"there are three stages in every work of god: impossible, difficult, done." j. hudson taylor
the middle of winter is a great time for thinking. holidays have passed, the winds pick up and the temps drop further still. extra time in the house, likely taking care of various sickness being passed around. these are ingredients for stillness, and in stillness the mind clouds part and the faint light of inspiration comes. at least it's possible for things to work this way.
my mind clouds have yet to part. i'm seeing more confusion than inspiration.
so many obligations, so many hopes, so many unknowns, so many hurts to heal, so many errands. please, lord, with the errands! everything seems to close in and shout, finish me! figure me out now! take care of all the people!
i'm easily overwhelmed. it's getting worse with age. i would love to claim it's due to my great wisdom, seeing all the things, therefore being more burdened and intimidated. but it's not true. i think i get overwhelmed, and even worry sometimes, because i'm too lazy or proud to give it to jesus. it somehow seems easier, in my clouded mind, that i need to work everything out, then pray specifically, according to what i see.
then this morning, dark and early, i see that faint light of inspiration. the lord whispered a reminder. i need to keep on celebrating his goodness. i need to keep on practicing gratitude. not just when i feel like it, but especially when i don't. this is where inspiration of all sorts begins.
a thankful mind is a thoughtful mind. a mind thoughtful always of the goodness of god is clear. hopeful. strong. at rest. because he doesn't change.
his goodness and faithfulness then, will be so now. he doesn't forget how to be faithful, like i so often do. he's working all things at all times, for his glory and my ultimate good. i want to get out of the way. i want to break free from the gloom of failed self-sustaining strength and trust him. in all things.
i'm sure i'll forget his goodness many more times, and i'm grateful to know he will remind me every one of those times. he carries out the tiny and impossible things.