There’s always something.
It never ends.
It’s one thing after another.
I hear it all day long. Life’s a bxxch. The struggle is real. Come, Lord Jesus.
We count the days on the calendar until our vacation and we work for the weekend.
We escape to the mall, the movies, or social media. We drink, drug, and dream.
All for a little relief. Because life is hard.
Somewhere along the way, the enemy has convinced me that relief is the answer. That if the struggle would just go away, then I would be happy…
The enemy keeps me clamoring for a place, a situation, an event.
And I forget that all I need is right where I am. Just the way it is.
Relief only offers relief. The noise stops, the work ends, the pain fades.
But our real problem lingers… even in the relief.
It’s quiet, but we wonder why we don’t have peace.
It’s easy, but we wonder why we aren’t happy.
It’s comfortable, but we wonder why we can’t rest.
We finally got the relief we wanted. But we’re still empty.
The enemy sold us a lemon. What we really need is free.
We need the assurance of the cross, the presence of the Spirit, and the hope of Heaven.
And it’s not coming this weekend, or this summer, or when I get a chance to soak in the tub.
It’s eternal relief for the soul.
It’s in the hand of my Father, reaching out into the here and now.