My heart and mind have been ruminating all day about hope, faith, doubt, Jesus, God, despair, pain, disappointments, trust, and truth. I’m a little weary inside tonight.
Already having a mini faith crisis of sorts lately, pondering truth and what I really, truly believe about God, Jesus, eternity and life and…when I try to solve these issues on my own I just find myself walking in circles, getting nowhere and feeling restless.
With all this filling my heart already, today I reached a tipping point. A dear friend who has so much pressure in her life already shared some details with me of the latest tough news and troubling lack of answers and hopeful outcomes. As I listened I felt so inept, incapable of helping her. I was thinking I should say something about Jesus but we were at work at the front desk and it wasn’t the right time. And for some reason I felt it would come across as ineffective or cliché, like offering to put a little Band-aid on a gaping wound, or bailing out a sinking boat with a teaspoon.
Then I felt guilty for feeling that way. Maybe I hesitated, too, because I wasn’t confident at the moment of that hope myself. Why was my heart hesitating? Continue reading
