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Comfy Endurance

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As I sit here amongst plaid and orange Fall pillows sewed with comfort, my mind isn’t as comfy. 

I finally received my washer and dryer that seemed to be as elusive as the Autumn wind. I was so excited to use my washer, that I rushed to the hamper and unloaded some clothes into the new shiny drum.


That sheen quickly darkened as an error message lit upon the panel. My washer stopped working...


So, I will be returning both of my prizes tomorrow and will be on the search for different appliances.


But, my best friend, Jesus, sits beside me on my cushy couch as the world around me sickens with ailments. 


I sometimes think...

  • Why did my dad die?
  • Why did I have to hold my dog as he took his last breath?
  • Why have I went through so many life changes?
  • Why are there addicts in my immediate family?
  • Why is there so much hardship?
  • Why is there so much sorrow?


But then, I pull the reins back in on my horse named, Endurance. 


We are called to be strong, to trust, and to have faith in the unseen. 


No, we will never understand the tragic hardened side of life, but when we enter Heaven, our end prize, our home, all will be revealed. 


No, we will never understand the prickly cactus side if life, but God’s posh pillow-like love will always envelop our souls.


No, we will never understand the steel undertones of trials, but God’s comforter of comfort will always cover us each starry night. 


So, no, we will never understand, be we have to stand on the rock of faith. 


Face strange storms on your horse, Endurance, and gallop with trust through thick forest trials. 


Because, the light will always peak through the trees and guide you to God’s pillowy peace and oak peak power. 


Stand firm, and sit comfortably by your best friend, Jesus. 


Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. - James 1:2-3

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