Monday,
May 24, 2021
God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73: 26
From Our Daily Bread[1]:
In 1812, the genteel New Englander Ann Judson embarked with her husband
Adoniram on a long ministry of danger and hardship. The Judsons were sailing to
far-off Burma as pioneer missionaries.
Ann recorded in her diary how they survived in next-to-intolerable
conditions. "Have been distressed for some days on account of the gloomy
prospect before us," she wrote. "Everything respecting our little
mission is involved in uncertainty. I find it hard to live by faith, and
confide entirely in God when the way is dark before me."
Yet Ann added, "If the way were plain and easy, where would be the
room for confidence in God. Instead, then, of murmuring and complaining, let me
rejoice and be thankful that my heavenly Father compels me to trust in Him by
removing those things on which we are naturally inclined to lean."
What is our attitude when the props we have depended on are suddenly gone?
Are we grateful for the trials that can strengthen our faith? For the child of
God, great stress can develop great faith--and reveal God's great grace. --VCG
When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil. --Mote
Adoniram and Anne Judson were missionaries in a
difficult spot. I’ve ministered for
about as long as they, but I was not challenged by nearly the severity they
experienced. In forty years in the
ministry I’ve not missed meals, or been forced to claim bankruptcy. The houses I’ve lived in, both parsonages and
my own homes have been heated and air-conditioned. We have been cared-for by God’s grace in so
many ways.
All that said, I can look back on some times,
like Anne recorded in her diary, where I wondered if I’d missed God’s will, or
if someone causing some problems had missed God’s voice. In all the times of doubt, trouble, despair I’ve
been driven to prayer and depending on God’s promises. In all the times of plenty, joy, and blessing
(which account for much more than the difficult times) I’ve learned, sometimes
the hard way, to not get too full of myself, because the blessings were always
at God’s hand, not because I deserved them.
And in both the difficult and delightful times there has been
stress. Bad stress is like a violin
string pulled too tight, or sagging too loose; the notes are like molasses pits
or screeching like you’ve dragged your fingernails across the chalkboard. Good stress is when the string is tuned just
right, cooperates with the other instruments, and produces sounds that lift one
to plains of delight!
I’m thankful for the bad stress and good…one
teaches me what joy and Divine connection is like – the other teaches me that I’m
off course, and need to pay attention to God’s Word more.
For You Today
You
chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!
[1] Title Image: Pixabay.com Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©
[1] December 17, 1998 “Grateful for Stress”
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