After six years you would think that I was healed from grief. I would like to think so too, but every now and again…what can I say. God stopped me this a.m. as I read John 5. He seemed to be asking me the same question that he asked the invalid by the pool.
Do you want to be well?
And I asked myself…Do I really want to be over my grief? Do I want to be well? No I don’t, not if it means leaving memories behind.
Am I making excuses like that man in verse 7?
The sick man said, “Sir, when the water is stirred, I don’t have anybody to put me in the pool. By the time I get there, somebody else is already in.”(MSG)
And Jesus says to the man…
Jesus said, “Get up, take your bedroll, and start walking.” The man was healed on the spot. He picked up his bedroll and walked off. (John 5:8-9, MSG)
I think I have been doing that, most of the time…and sure enough a few verses down, Jesus met the man again and said ”You look wonderful!”
“I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once used to be, and by the grace of God I am what I am” (John Newton).
Me too.
Prayer- Thank you God, for the strength to go on, day after day…to glory. Amen.
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