I have been been working on a furniture refinishing project lately. Scrubbing things with steel wool, you know. Sanding things. And inadvertantly inhaling various and sundry strong chemicals. And dust. This project feels entirely endless. And I hate things that seem endless.
Maybe it’s my impatience coming out. A reflection on our “instant gratification” drive-through culture. Or perhaps the frustration that there are so many other things to do, too. You’ve all been there, I know.
You’re also probably wondering if the ‘various and sundry strong chemicals’ mixed with sawdust that I now have floating in the alveoli in my lungs has crossed the blood-brain barrier and is causing some cognitive and verbal consternation.
You’re probably right. Why would I even bring this up? Simply this–I have found that life often has these moments. Seemingly endless struggle–over a “besetting sin” (as my mother would call it–that one thing that is a life long struggle)….or perhaps over trying to change a habit (such as my bad habit of taking 4 days to do laundry)….or perhaps a struggle over waiting for something and fighting to be patient and hopeful (as in the case of my non-married social status).
It’s that “waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel”…the constant falling down and getting back up again…the battle against discouragement. It’s tough. I know it is. But I also know that our God’s mercies are new every morning…and that with Him, there is always hope. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if you can’t see it now. Even if you won’t see it until Heaven.
In the meantime, let’s fix our eyes on Jesus, the “author and perfecter of our faith”. As the song goes, the things of this earth “will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace“.