I think everyone reaches that point where they question God, why me? I don’t think I’m quite there, but it sure feels as though I have had more than my share of issues lately.
At this moment there are a hundred things I could pity myself over. But, “I still have me arms!” If you don’t know the movie quite, it is from Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Everything seems to go down the toilet and the outlook on life looks bleak… but, “I still have me arms!”
My son is in a hospital trying to get better. Right now it feels as though there is this gaping hole missing without him in the home. For the first time, I have started to realize the anguish some parents pass through with their children. I don’t even know how to explain it. It’s been hard. Yet, I also know others have it harder.
I fasted this week for the first time in weeks. It felt good.
I have been listening to General Conference. I have needed a few of those messages. One message talked of seeing an elderly gentleman at the temple in a wheelchair. Even though life was difficult, he still made it out to serve in the House of the Lord. I couldn’t help but realize how I have been avoiding the temple because it is so hard to change there. Perspective, It just hurts to put on my pants; it could be worse.
I have been praying a lot lately.
I was thinking a while back about my friend Adam. He passed through some pretty major problems a few years back. It seemed one thing after another was heaped upon him. I saw him bear this tremendous weight spaning almost every aspect of his life (employment, health, finances, family, marriage, children, home, church). He conquered it. he came out stronger on the other end. He put all his faith in Jesus Christ. As I was thinking of him, I hoped I could do the same. Conquer! and… “still have me arms!”