Did you ever go through a period in your life when you felt like somebody stole your compass and you lost all sense of direction? That was me of late. And while I know better, from past experience, I chose not to admit defeat but to wallow in it, wrestle with it, and get really depressed about it. (It’s a personal choice, not for everybody.)
Finally, when I truly couldn’t handle it anymore, I gave up and prayed a simple prayer: “Lord, I am just lost.” Between the books and my job and all the upheaval caused by the pandemic, I’m exhausted most of the time, but what for?
(Note to self: You’ve been blessed to work from home and keep a rewarding job, which meant keeping your house and insurance during the pandemic, a time when many people lost theirs. Writing books is your dream come true. Most of all, your family made it through the past year and half. Many people didn't. Enough with the pity party.)
The afternoon following my "I am just lost," I received, out of the blue, an unexpected and a much-needed boost to my confidence—and, I believe, an answer to that prayer. The message I think I heard was this: You’re not lost. You just can’t see your destination from where you stand. So you need to have faith.
In other words, nobody stole my compass. I just neglected to read it.
For this reason I kneel before the Father,
from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name.
I pray that out of his glorious riches
he may strengthen you with power
through his Spirit in your inner being,
so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,
may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep
is the love of Christ,
and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—
that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Ephesians 3:14-19
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