Hubby lied to me. And I love him for it. Crazy, I know, but I think youâll agree with me.
We decided to host three foreign students for a month. Fun experience. But that required me to clean closets; a task that for the last decade, I avoided like the plague. Each was jammed with clothes, old items and junk belonging to each of the seven members of our familyâfrom football jerseys to my wedding dress. Weâre talking stuff stored from probably the Middle Ages.
âHereâs the plan,â I said to hubby. âYou bring all hanging clothes downstairs and my Mom and I will segregate them for donation.
The more we separated, the more clothes and junk hubby brought down. Ugh! Will this ever end? He made umpteenth trips downstairs with armfuls and armfuls of clothes. But fueled with resolve, my mom and I worked non-stop. We separated, chose and packed.
Hours later, tongue hanging out, sweat pouring, fingers and hands sore, I placed the last item in the bag and asked hubby, âHow much more is left in each closet?â
âOh, all this was only one closet. We have two more to go.â
I froze. What? I wanted to scream. What was I thinking to take on this project? I plopped on the couch, leaned my sweaty head back, hands limp to my sides. âNo way!â
After a moment of silence, he gave a sardonic laugh. âOnly kidding. All three closets are empty. Thereâs no more.â
I gave him a loving look. âThereâs no moreâ were sweet words for this chica.
Amigos, you might identify. You might be in the middle of a mountain of troubles, wondering if theyâll ever end. And with no energy left, you see how they keep on coming. Your heart aches and you ask God, âHow much more, Lord? Iâm exhausted with the pile of troubles. I see more and more of the same; will you let me see the end? When will I have relief?â
But the end does come. It does because God, almighty and just, knows the quantity we can endure. Heâs aware of the strength He will give. And Heâs already planned the moment weâll see the light at the end of the dark closet of stress.
Thatâs because God has His own closet of answers. And although hubby told a white lie to surprise me, God tells us the absolute truth to satisfy our soul because ââ¦he will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to helpâ (Psalm 72:12).
So, make your way to the couch of His promise. Take a deep breath while your heart repeats ââ¦I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of troubleâ (Psalm 59:16).
Father, how foolish Iâve been to think I can face those mountains of troubles on my own. At times, Iâve been drained; I lose my focus. But your Word lifts me up and makes the task possible. You will be my stronghold. You will be my fortress and my strength to sustain me during exhausted moments and difficult days. In Jesusâ name I thank you. Amen.
â¢ What is overwhelming you todayâ?
â¢ Is there a closet in your life that needs cleaning?
â¢ What results did you have when you tried to resolve those piles of trouble on your own?
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