But this morning God showed me. A very dear friend is staying with me right now. She and I are so very similar in personality and this morning we were talking about this. As I talked God showed me. My hope is misplaced. The reality is that I have put my hope in things settling down. When this happens (fill in the blank) life will settle down and we can thrive as a family. My hope was/is resting in my circumstance working itself out rather than God and His promised peace that surpasses all understanding.
I don't know what that looks like practically. How to rest in God while facing a sick child, sleep deprivation, a filthy home, John's quite too often absences, and the list could go on. Amy before my depression would try really hard to evoke systems and organization and square things away in order to find rest. Those are all gifts that God has given me to be used for His glory but my hope can't rest in them because I now know they are broken cisterns that don't hold water. So now I will ponder....any ideas?
