I read the
last sentence in the evening devotional.
And then, with great delight, I laughed out loud.
Let me
provide some context. Earlier in the day
I had my weekly appointment with my therapist.
(A couple months ago, I decided that seeing a counselor would not be a
bad idea.) Interestingly, we have talked
little about cancer. There have been
more pressing concerns. On Wednesday, we
dove back in to dealing with the guilt cloud that seems perpetually to hang
over my head, kind of like Pigpen’s dust storm wherever he goes. Along with that, I talked about how very hard
it is for me to ask anyone for help with anything because I am afraid of
imposing on them. I feel guilty when I can’t
do everything myself.
So that
evening, I was reading the May 10 devotional from Jesus Calling and came to the last sentence: “Thank [Jesus] for the
difficulties in your life since they provide protection from the idolatry of
self-reliance.”
Okay, so
maybe that doesn’t seem so funny to you, but to me it felt like Jesus—so happy,
so full of love—poked me and said, “Gotcha!”
