How easily I lose heart.
I get discouraged by the bumps and bruises of life. I see looming troubles and hope escapes me. I experience pain and it clouds my view of God’s grace. I get weary under a heavy load. I encounter new struggles and somehow forget God’s faithfulness in previous hardship.
I lose heart.
I woke this morning, unable to pull myself out of bed, disabled by hopelessness. Everything felt dim. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to go about my routine as if all was well…
So I didn’t. I just silenced my alarm, snuggled back under the warmth of my blankets and cried…moaned…bawled…and wept…until I was so weary that I fell back asleep.
When I awoke, a song of expectation was running through my mind—an encouragement to be strong and never give up hope, that God has a plan for me and I don’t need to live life in fear. My tears flowed again…but this time they were hope-filled tears rather than the ones of hopelessness that preceded.
God knows how easily his people lose heart. He knows that we get discouraged. Years ago, when his beloved children in Corinth were growing weary and disheartened, he reminded them, and us, not to lose heart because he is renewing us day by day. Ultimately our troubles are light and momentary, though they definitely don’t seem that way, considering the glorious life that awaits us in his presence (1 Corinthians 4:16-18).
That means that my sweet boy who suffered heinously for several months looks back on that time and considers it nothing in view of his life now. I get choked up at the thought.
How then can I not fix my eyes on what is unseen?!!? For although that which I see can feel bleak and daunting, it is temporary. That which I cannot see is eternal. In that I take heart.