In the last week and a half I’ve had five doctors’ appointments and a medical procedure. Most of the appointments were check-ups. All of the results were good. Yet discouragement dogged me. I was frustrated and felt like an antique that needed refinished. In the midst of doctor visits, I had to go to work and keep up with my job as students poured in for the first week of the semester.
At fifty-nine years old, the frustration of aging nipped at my heels. I understand that I’m not old. My mom is thirty years older than me and she lives by herself and uses her iPad to keep in touch with grandkids. My dad lived to be eighty-seven, my grandmother ninety-two. So I have a chance to live a long life. But not everyone does.
I heard at the end of last week, a friend from high school had passed away. I hadn’t talked to her in several years, but I remember her as a sweet, sweet friend. Life has a way of changing perspective. My whining stopped, and I found myself asking forgiveness for my poor attitude.
During the whole time I tossed and turned in my self-induced mire, the song His Eye is on the Sparrow whispered in my ear. But I didn’t hear it until I let my mind go where it should–in prayer to the Lord and in the Word–I know that God goes before me and watches over me. Without a doubt, no matter what my days bring, Jesus is by my side. God cares for me as he does the sparrow and the flower. He loves me more than I can imagine, and He offers that love to everyone who will accept Him as Savior.
Then Moses summoned Joshua and said to him in the presence of all Israel, “Be strong and courageous, for you must go with this people into the land that the Lord swore to their ancestors to give them, and you must divide it among them as their inheritance. The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” -Deuteronomy 31:7-8