Today, I’m sad. I’m frustrated. I’m angry.
I’m watching my children struggle. They are doing their best, they love Jesus, and they are decent people. But life is not going their way.
I sit here and listen, offering wisdom if I have any. I pray, and pray, and PRAY. And still, they struggle. It’s so hard to watch and I feel helpless.
This one is treated unfairly at work. Another is not adjusting well to all the change, in which she had no choice. A third battles fatigue and anxiety. I could go on–it seems they all are fighting with one thing or another.
I hate to see their hurt and frustration, but I know this is the way of Life. This is how it goes for all of us. Things come and things go, and we deal. It’s no different for them.
I know my parents hated watching me go through cancer treatment. I know they have hated watching me go through so many things in my life. But I look back from my own perspective and I see what those difficulties have done in my life and my heart. I have grown and changed because of them. I am a better person, a more faithful Follower because I struggled. I wouldn’t take it back. I wouldn’t ask for a do-over.
And so, I understand that no matter how hard it is to watch, these battles my children face are worthwhile. They are productive. Rather than being angry and upset that they face hard roads, I will choose to walk alongside them and lift them up to the One who orchestrates all things. I will put them back in His arms and let them struggle.
Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5