When the truth seems far away

There are days when belief is a straining. Faith stretches and pulls and none of it makes sense. You reach and grab and hope to find a morsel of comfort when the questions, the doubts, come. Why am I here? What on earth am I supposed to do? Is there meaning in all of the ugliness? Does my tiny life matter in the huge expanse of time forged from eternity?

Hope is fleeting and dark gets darker. The road seems infinite and monotonous.

And then light dawns. All the reaching, it is unnecessary. It’s self-focused, it’s misguided.

The answer comes in short sentances, etched in memory from the one Word that does not return void:

— No one should think more highly of himself than he ought
— Christ came not to serve but to be served
— You are not your own, you were bought with a price
— If you do not love your brother, you do not know God

And all this grasping, this striving, this fretting is folly. Because of Him, I’m accepted. And proof of my belief in this Truth is proved by living in it: focusing not on my calling, but on those in front of me today that can be served. No fear in missing my one thing, because I have already been called and loved. Trust in the tasks at hand, they they are exactly what I need to do and can all be done for His glory.

This post is joining with the voices of women over at Five Minute Friday. Our challenge is to write for 5 minutes on the prompt: “Grasp” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. See all of the posts here.