Food

The food is gone again. There’s never enough to last the day. She scratches and scratches for more. Ever hopeful. Usually disappointed. Muffy’s on a diet.

We’ve had a number of adjustments to make in ’98. Wedding, empty nest and diabetes all required them. Regular daily living requires them, too. They may be little ones, but they are adjustments, just the same.

I wonder about them. Why doesn’t life just go on like it did before? Why do I need to be taken by surprise all the time? Why do I constantly need to be “creative”?

My wonderings have led me to believe that they serve a purpose. They have to.

Paul said, “all things work for the good of those … who have been called according to His purpose”. He went on to say that our purpose is to be conformed to the likeness of His Son. So, all things (even adjustments) must work toward that purpose. Somehow they have the potential of making me more like Jesus.

I don’t always see it. But I trust that I will someday. Someday I’ll look back and see everything clearly. And be able to say “Thanks, I needed that”

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