My move is practically upon me, and all of the extra help fell through. I’m a tad discouraged by this fact because of this new problem with my health, in that my hands in addition to my elbows hurt constantly. I’m not just being whiny. Tendonitis and debilitating arthritis combined would be a pain challenge for anyone. But, anyway, I’ve lived long enough to know that anyone who makes the necessary sacrifice to help you move is usually a rare and fiercely loyal friend. Now, help could still be forthcoming; the move hasn’t happened yet.
When the movers come, I’ve already decided that I’m going to allow the nature of Jesus Christ to shine through instead of my usual nervousness caused by some horrible moving experiences. God is the one who provides for me, and my being upset and edgy about spending extra money on a move doesn’t help anything. When I accomplish this goal, I will give all the glory to God because I think it’s impossible for me to do it myself.
Calm washes over me when I think about the fact that no matter what else happens with this move or in life, God is the most faithful friend. He has never let me down, and I know that He never will. He is Love; and I can trust that if anything bad has touched my life, He allowed it for a good purpose. With God on my side, I’m never alone or without help.
New King James Version (NKJV)
46 God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.