The past month has been a tough one for me. I didn’t recognize this until my body made me stop and reflect on the fact that I have had three hard hits, coming from different directions. Each one of these experiences have knocked some stuffing out of me but I tend to be a person who just plows through whatever a day brings, often without taking some recovery time before I climb back into the ring. I’m not complaining – in the big picture, this has been an absolutely marvelous season of life for me. I made the decision to take a year off teaching so I could concentrate on writing a book and I have been learning so much about so much in the process. I am very thankful for this opportunity to focus on my writing and to experience a different speed of life. I have learned to embrace the perceived good and the perceived not-so-good. So, I’m OK.
In the bigger picture, this tough season is but a blip. I need to give it credence but I also need to see it in perspective. Far away, a country is being torn apart and thousands have lost their lives. Life is breakable. We can all be swept away in an instant. Many survivors were forced to flee and run inland.
When – not if – but when the tough times come, we all run somewhere.
A friend of mine recently told me that Christianity is a crutch. I used to be offended by that statement but now, I’m OK with it. A crutch offers support and once in a while, that’s something we all need. When the tough moments come, it’s good to lean on something secure. In fact, when life is going well, it’s still good to lean.
The problem is that there are many dysfunctional crutches out there – they might look good but ultimately, they don’t support – they destroy. I believe that Christianity is truth and I choose to run to God. If that’s a crutch, so be it. My faith is what keeps me moving forward.
Like I said earlier, we all run somewhere.
The name of the Lord is a strong tower, the righteous run to it and are safe. Proverbs 18:10