My Familiar Friend

 Suffering and I are well acquainted. Chronic pain has been my almost constant companion since 1998, when I first began having symptoms, and although it has changed in placement and intensity over the years, it has rarely left my side. I have read a LOT of books on suffering and what the Bible has to say about it, especially ones that help teach me to suffer well. While I still cry out to God in pain and plead for mercy and healing at times, my more consistent prayer has been that I might suffer well. Above all I want to suffer in a way that brings glory to God, and draws me nearer to Him. 

Chronic pain is difficult, and I would not wish it on anyone. It is definitely not something I wanted, but without a doubt God has graciously used it in my life. I have learned to appreciate more of the little things, love others with greater sympathy, and trust God more fully. It is not the healthy person who seeks a doctor, but the sick. My illness has caused me to seek God more intentionally, more often, and with greater urgency than I would otherwise have done. He has answered those prayers in many ways, though often not in ways I had hoped.

I have noticed this week that my Bible study, random FB scrolling, and a book I am reading have all been great reminders on the ways God has answered those prayers. I am sure you have all had similar experiences when everything you seem to hear and read go together as if God is trying to get your attention on that topic. A couple weeks ago, as I was working through Colossians with a dear friend, we were confronted with the final verses of chapter 1:

"Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in Christ's afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the church, of which I became a minister according to the stewardship from God that was given to me for you, to make the word of God fully known, the mystery hidden for ages and generations but now revealed to his saints. To them God chose to make known how great among the Gentiles are the riches of the glory of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. Him we proclaim, warning everyone and teaching everyone with all wisdom, that we may present everyone mature in Christ. For this I toil, struggling with all his energy that he powerfully works in me." (verses 24-29)

The commentary I am using (written by R. Kent Hughes) expresses that v.24 is one of the most widely debated verses in all of scripture! That is sobering as I seek to rightly handle the word of God! I suggest you read and study this portion on your own, because I will not be breaking that all down for you, but I did glean very useful insight from the commentary. Hughes states on page 248, "Paul knew his sufferings were for the Church and that they brought to him a special closeness with Christ. Every blow that fell on him fell on his Master and thus bound them even closer in mutual suffering." He goes on to talk about the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the fiery furnace, and how God was with them. (Daniel 3:25) He ends that paragraph with this, "Paul knew sufferings are miserable, but the resulting sense of union with Christ is wonderful." (for you Veggie Tales fans, the "Rack, Shack, and Benny" tune is probably stuck in your head now. You're welcome!)

As I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed, I ran across this short video from Joni Eareckson Tada:

www.facebook.com/JoniEarecksonTada/posts/6418170734890062 

After more than 50 years as a quadriplegic, and a breast cancer survivor, she knows more about suffering than many people, and she clearly expresses how hard it is to deal with the pain, along with how much we need Christ in the midst of it. Christ doesn't magically make everything go away or stop hurting, but he is there with us in the midst of the trial. He comforts and strengthens. He gives peace and wisdom and love. We are bound with Christ in a special closeness in the midst of our pain. He is an even closer, constant companion than our pain!

In addition to those two items, I am reading a new book. As I mentioned earlier, I have read SO many books on suffering, but this one is a bit different. "Dark Clouds - Deep Mercy: Discovering the Grace of Lament" By Mark Vroegop is a book that helps us to see the benefit of lamenting. Every chapter thus far has really shown me how and why to use biblical lament in prayer. We cry out to God, with our hurt and pain, for God knows our struggles and thoughts anyways, yet we also keep our eyes upon Him throughout. Lamenting allows us to feel the pain of our situation, grieve it openly while still seeking God in it's midst.  I am not much of a book reviewer, but if you struggle with grief or pain of any kind, I highly recommend you grab a copy of his book and read it! The Psalms are full of such good examples on how to really cry out to God in our grief, and he masterfully teaches us how to benefit.



I figured since this same topic has been impressed upon me several times in the last two weeks, I would share it with you! I pray you find comfort also in the One who holds us in His great care. 

As a quick update on me, it is time for our annual trip to Mayo Clinic. We head there on the 15th for several tests and then check in with my doctor before heading home late on the 17th. Another whirlwind September trip for us. I am hoping to discuss any other treatment options that may help me, and determine the risks of those medications in the middle of a pandemic. Lots to think through, and would appreciate prayers for wisdom, as well as physical strength. The jam-packed, short trips to Mayo are difficult, but it is too expensive for us to drag them out over several days, besides our pup, Willow, would miss me WAY too much! 😁

This year brings the added joy of being at Mayo during the same days as good friends of ours, and as weird as it is, I am looking forward to waiting room chats and quick bites to eat together between appointments. Like bringing a little bit of "home" along with us! 

I am sure there will updates coming! (c'mon, you know I'm an oversharer) Please also pray we stay healthy, both now so I don't have to cancel my trip, and afterwards, since we think I got covid there last year (tested positive 6 days after).

Thank you all for reading!

Until Next Time~

Shari

When Did I Quit?

 I can't really tell you the day or the hour, or even the week, but at some point I feel like I gave up. What does giving up mean you might ask? Well, for me it was cloaked in my thinking that I was just accepting reality.

I have always been a fighter. I had a friend tell me once that I'm the kind of person that walks right up to a challenge, and never backs down, but finds a way through it and overcomes. I am not too sure that that's true anymore. My disability has been a long, slow journey. As more and more of my work, hobbies and pastimes were stripped away, something changed in my mind that convinced me I couldn't do it anymore, and thus I shouldn't bother to try. In all reality, many things have gotten much harder, but they are still possible. We have taken more of an "adapt, improvise, and overcome" approach in the sense of solving issues as they arise, but mostly I have just given up a lot of things that I put in the "too hard to do anymore" category.

I don't feel sad about this, again, it just seems like it's my reality. I really am okay being somewhat of a hermit. I've always been on more of the shy, introverted side of things, and spending a lot of hours alone usually doesn't bother me too much. However, when I look back a few years ago and compare that life to now, I feel like I've changed so much sometimes I hardly recognize myself. I used to love to just go browse thrift stores or antique shops, and we were always out doing things on the weekend. Museums, kayaking, and lots of hiking were among our weekly outings. Now, when I see that I have a couple of physical therapy appointments in the same week, I feel slightly overwhelmed that I have to leave home multiple times (especially by myself). All of it just seems too difficult, so it has gotten easier to just stay home. The thing is, I'm actually very content at home. This fact actually leads to making the situation worse though. If I was the kind of person who missed getting out and doing things, or missed large groups of people, I think that I would force myself to do more even if it's harder than it once was.

Years ago, my blood pressure was creeping up and I was having issues with blood sugar. I decided I had had enough. Literally overnight I changed the way I eat and exercised. Within a few months I had dropped 40 lbs and no longer needed to have any medication for those issues. I maintained that for about 3 years, but gradually as things got more difficult for me physically, I started to make little excuses and exceptions. A quick bite of food here or there that wasn't on my diet, skipping exercise because I was in too much pain, and things like that started to become more normal. Now here I am back at the weight that I started at in 2012. I've been on blood pressure medication for more than a year, and I've started to have problems with blood sugar regulation again.

In my mind, I still feel like that young, strong, fighter, and yet in reality have become something different. I'm not sure this is all bad. I can easily make excuses for how I'm taking care of myself, but the truth is I would prefer to be that younger healthier woman. Days like today when the pain isn't too bad, I wake up and face a new day with determination that I'm going to change everything on a dime again. Lately though, I make that proclamation a few times a week, and by the end of each day I feel defeated as the reality sets in. My lack of mobility and increased pain slowly strip away my intestinal fortitude. I used to think all I had to do was pull myself up by my bootstraps and muscle through. Another friend of mine reminds me the bootstraps are nowhere mentioned in the Bible! I no longer feel that that is actually true, not everything can be overcome. Grit and determination aren't always enough.

Above all I do believe that the battle for all of this begins in our minds. What we believe about ourselves and the world around us really does impact what we think and feel. The Bible, which is God's word, is my ultimate source of strength and truth. It's where I go on good days to be reminded of God's loving plan, and it's the thing I cling to on bad days to remind me of God's providential care. 

I'm very thankful that God has helped me to be content in my circumstances, to learn to trust him more, and deepen my faith in the midst of all my struggles and suffering. God may not really care if I weigh 160 or 120 lb, but I know he absolutely does care for me! Because I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, it's hard for me to just try to choose one small thing and focus on accomplishing that. When I wake up in the morning and think about changing something in my life, the conversation in my head looks more like this:

"Okay. Today I will stop eating or drinking anything that's not healthy, eat less overall, exercise at least an hour every day, and get out and do more activities with family and friends. Also, be home in time to make dinner."

That all sounds super easy, right!? Obviously, when I can't accomplish that to 100% perfection, it tends to discourage me and makes me want to give up. My biggest struggle these last few years is realizing that everything is not so black and white. I'm learning to embrace the gray. Today I'm going to focus on one small thing I can do that will be healthier for me, and work to do that. Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll remind myself not to look back at my failures, but to stay present today and focus on one more small thing I can do. God's mercy is new every morning!

I'm reminded of the song from Santa Claus Is Coming To Town where the lyrics say:

Put one foot in front of the other,
and soon you'll be walking across the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other,
and soon you'll be walking out the door.

Walking across the floor

Do you set goals for yourself? Do you set yourself up to fail like I do? What one small thing can you do today to make a bigger difference down the road? Share with us in the comments!

Until Next Time

~Shari

OUCH!

All of us 1980's kids, probably remember when that little alien came on the scene. No, not ALF, the other one. You know who I mean! The 1982 film, E. T. the Extra Terrestrial, was a heart warming story of friendship. Of course, thinking of friendship with an alien sounds, well, alien. If you haven't seen it, go now and watch. I'll wait.

Aliens were about the only thing that didn't happen this past year (although the US military has acknowledged some unidentified flying objects, and leaked video footage, so who knows!) The past year and a half have been difficult, to say the least. A global pandemic lead to unprecedented shutdowns. Illness, death, lost jobs and businesses, isolation, riots and looting, and some natural disasters as well, lead to day after day of seemingly bad and painful news. No one remained untouched by these recent events. We have all suffered in one way or another.

Today in Illinois, we officially "reopen" without any pandemic restrictions, for the first time since March 2020. There is reason to be excited about getting back to normal, and yet some of us might not be ready to throw away our masks and pretend like none of this happened. I have shared in previous posts about the need for love, grace and patience as we deal with each other. This has all been painful and traumatic, more so for some than others. 

You all probably know my love for all things medical. I have my "armchair MD" degree, mostly due to my own health issues, and my love of research. Like most other relevant medical topics in my life, I kept up with the research on COVID-19 as it became available. You are well aware of the need to find reliable sources for all of our news. Ignorance and untruth abounds on the internet! We ALL had to weigh the facts, consider our own health and family situation, and make difficult choices these past 14+ months. 

If you have followed any part of my health journey, you might know that we have been to Mayo several times, and are set to return again this September. I am currently on a "drug holiday" (as the doctor called it), and not taking any treatment. I am currently going through a particularly difficult, painful, downhill path in my disease process the last couple of months that has me reevaluating my treatment options. I hurt everywhere! Widespread joint and muscle pain, as well as worsening neurological symptoms make me think it may be time to consider if more medication is necessary.

In the past, I have had to weigh a number of factors in deciding which treatment to try (or not). My disease is rare, and so the research is sparse, ongoing, and thus hard to decipher at times.  It is not easy to make a choice to take a chemotherapy drug that comes with lots of health risks, when the scientific studies were only able to try it on a handful of patients. Many of you have probably made decisions that seem to have no "right' answer and it can be heart-wrenching, or perhaps have disastrous consequences. This new coronavirus pandemic gave us all a taste of what it is like to have a disease no one knows much about. Studies are needed, but take time, and leave a lot of unanswered questions as we make decisions about our health.

It is normal for us to have our emotions and feelings sway our decisions. It is hard sometimes to trust the facts. The most recent research of COVID-19 and the mRNA vaccines seem to suggest that they are very effective at preventing serious illness and death, even with the current variants.  (I recommend CIDRAP for trustworthy research, and a great podcast too) After 14 months of caution, worry, masks, bad news reports, shutdowns and everything else, it can be very difficult to set aside the difficult emotions we have had, and trust the science. Some will be totally comfortable jumping in the deep end of the pool. Others have never gotten out of the pool. Still others are slathered in sunscreen, and just starting to dip a toe in the shallow wading pool. We need to extend grace to each other as we wade back into life, at our own pace. Encouragement, support and love are called for here, not judgment and ridicule!

God made us emotional beings. We should feel things deeply, however we cannot trust our feelings to be the basis of our decision making. Feelings may tell us it is unsafe to drive after watching hours of car crashes, and reviewing accident data. Science and engineering data may help us to trust the braking system in our cars. Those two things are seemingly at odds with each other. Most of us will trust the car to work as we expected, and yet many might still be anxious while driving or being a passenger in a vehicle. We have to move past emotion in many situations. The Bible tells us that "For we walk by faith, not by sight." (2 Corinthians 5:7).

That is not to say that we shove our emotions down deep and ignore them, but we also can't trust our emotions completely. I feel lots of pain, and that makes me feel sad. I feel like I can't do things I want to do, and that makes me feel like I can't contribute in a meaningful way. I could keep going with the "I feel" sentences, but what I know is that God is faithful. God is sovereign "and we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28) He is trustworthy, my feelings are not. I have to function in the space where I feel all the feelings, but can still trust Him enough to step off the diving board in faith, without drowning in my emotions.

I am struggling right along with all of you. It has been a ROUGH year in so many ways! Pray that we all learn to trust God more fully, love each other more in humility, and forgive others as we have been forgiven. Pray for those who have not yet trusted in Christ alone for salvation. Pray we all suffer well, in a manner worthy of our calling, and in a manner that brings glory to God!

Until Next Time

~Shari

Counting Our Blessings

I should be used to the frequent monkey wrench being thrown into our lives, and the past couple of weeks have been no exception! I called my urologist back on Friday, January 22nd to tell him I think I was passing a kidney stone. (This was #21 for me, so I keep him on speed dial). If you have been getting church prayer requests, or FB updates, you may want to skip to the end and see where we are now.

He ordered some meds and testing to confirm my diagnosis (I was correct), and I settled in at home praying that I could pass this stone without much additional intervention needed (I did).....and then came the monkey wrench. On Thursday, January 28th the doctor called and said that my right kidney (not the one that was hurting) showed a decent sized stone (making this one #22). He said that he would prefer to proactively schedule lithotripsy (a shockwave ultrasound procedure that breaks up the stone into smaller sand-like particles). I REALLY didn't want to, because I have done it a couple times before, and had some discomfort. My pain was better, as I passed stone #21, and wasn't looking forward to undergoing more treatment, especially during the pandemic. After a lengthy debate with my doctor, who stressed that if we did nothing and waited, he placed odds at 50/50 that I could pass a stone this large without intervention. We didn't really want it to become an emergency, so I relented and scheduled the lithotripsy for Tuesday, February 2nd.

The procedure went well, and I was rejoicing when the doctor said a stent was not necessary. They are very irritating and unpleasant, so I felt like I dodged a bullet. The next couple of days I was resting at home, and coping with the pain but it gradually worsened. By Wednesday overnight, I told Chad something wasn't going well, as pain was getting out of control, and urine production had slowed. By Thursday morning, pain level was at 10/10, even with oral pain meds I had left, so off to the emergency room we went. After a 3 hour wait in the waiting room, writhing in pain, moaning and crying. Trust me, I have a high tolerance for pain and low tolerance for drawing attention to myself. For me to be in a crowded waiting room making a "scene" is a good indication of my level of misery. We had a new CT scan and quickly realized a larger chunk of my now broken up #22 stone, combined with my "smaller than normal anatomy", had wedged itself in the ureter just outside the kidney, and was blocking the flow of urine.

We love analogies and visual aids in our house, mostly Chad likes them when I try to communicate nerdy science/medical info. This week has been the following two charts. One indicating my pain level:

The other one helped indicate the problem with the kidney stone blocking my kidney function, made specifically for the beer lover, like Chad.  haha 

I am thankful to report I am currently back to a blonde ale coloring, hovering only around a 3 on the pain scale with at home meds. Yay!


Thursday, as I sat in the ER waiting room, praying for mercy for myself, I heard one announcement after another, that reminded me that I am not the only one suffering. During that time, 5 or 6 ambulances incoming, 2 stroke team alerts, and a code blue. God gently reminded me that not one of us expects today to be a day of pain or loss, but for many it will be. So, I began to pray for those other families who were worried and waiting, separated from their loved ones during covid also.

Much to our dismay, the ER did the scan as the doctor wanted, gave me a dose of IV pain meds that brought from a 10 to about a 5, then promptly sent me home all in about 2 hours. They refused to give me a pain medication prescription, due to the "opioid epidemic", and sent me home knowing I had only 3 pills left. I was told to take Tylenol if needed, which is laughable! (this whole opioid topic is a much longer rant, but I will just say as a chronic pain sufferer, millions of patients are being denied drugs that once made their lives livable, because some have abused them. Hopefully they start to come to a more realistic stance and let these pills help those who need them)

The urologist added me to his schedule for surgery on Saturday to unblock my kidney. He was happy to do this, in frigid weather, on his day off, and I am truly thankful. Unfortunately, when the at home pills ran out, so did my ability to tolerate being an 8/10 on the pain scale by Friday after lunch. So the doctor sent me back to the ER to be admitted to the hospital, where they could "better manage my pain" at CDH, until the procedure Saturday. (Sorry to keep ranting, but literally a prescription for a handful of pain meds, could have kept me more comfortable at home than a night in hospital with IV morphine, which is a MUCH a stronger narcotic, and the whole thing makes no sense to me)

My wait time in the ER at Central Dupage was only about 30 minutes. It was just long enough for a homeless couple to come in, asking to be tested for covid, saying they were seeking shelter from the brutally cold temps outside. God once again opened my eyes to those suffering around me. In the midst of all of this, I have also chatted with dozens of healthcare workers, who all shared a sense of fatigue in this pandemic, and I knew I haven't prayed enough for all of them either.

God really used the last couple of weeks to reveal my own failings, and to reveal the love He has for us, using others to be His hands and feet to carry that love to us in a tangible way. I realized my own health issues can be overwhelming, and make me self-centered to a large degree. I spend a LOT of effort just getting through the day with my normal health struggles. Times like these just make the facade crack and reveal, once again, I am still striving, planning, trying to manage it all in my own strength, feeling that I have to keep all the plates spinning in my well organized little world without help. God graciously opens my eyes to see the struggling, the hurting, the needy all around me, and wake me out of my comfortable, scheduled life.

Today I am beyond thankful to have a beautiful home with heat (upon waking this morning the temperature outside was -15 with wind chill "feels like" temp of -35). I am grateful for the medical staff who have worked so hard to provide excellent care. I am reminded to pray fervently for so many others. Let us praise God for working in our hearts, getting our eyes off ourselves and our problems, and bringing us to our knees in prayer and reliance upon Him.

He has also dealt graciously with my sin. I am very "self-sufficient" (in my mind anyways), and accepting offers of help doesn't come easy. I don't want to be a burden, or pitied, or an inspiration, and so I tend to just plug along without help, trying to blog my story to remind myself and everyone else that ultimately it is God, and Him alone, who deserve all the praise and glory! He alone is our source of provision and strength. This week He has sustained me with so many words of encouragement (prayers, texts, emails and calls) and many offers of help. (Incredibly thankful for the church Meal Train page they set up, so I don't have to worry about meals for the next couple of weeks) I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of love for Chad and I (and even our adult children Rían and Katherine). Truly, from the bottom of our hearts, Thank you! 

From family, our closest friends, all the way to distant acquaintances, you all showed up for us in the midst of a crisis. I hate feeling like a burden on someone else's busy, stressful schedule, many of whom are very likely suffering in their own way. I have NOT been made to feel like a burden, rather the opposite as so many of you wanted so badly to "do something" and this was a way to bless us and serve in a way that we all experience God's goodness. 

God has really healed my heart to see how we can set aside our differences, "being there" when needed, and focus back on the truly important things. I have seen that suffering has a way of healing in these ways and more. God has been at work in my heart, and given me a glimpse of that heavenly unity that awaits ALL of those who have placed their faith in Christ. Unity is definitely not a word defining our current cultural climate, but we still have hope that is found in Christ.

I pray that each of us might look to God in faith, and repent, placing our faith in Christ alone for our salvation. Always remembering that He alone is in sovereign control over our lives, in good times and bad. Join me in praying for all whose paths I crossed in a brief way this week, and glimpsed a bit of their suffering as well. None of us wake up thinking this will be the day that our world will fall apart with an ambulance ride, a stroke alert, code blue, or even homelessness, but for many people that will be their day today, and we all need Christ. 

~Until Next Time

Shari

Undone in Twenty-One

The book of Job, in the Bible, is my favorite. For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the story of Job, he was described as a "blameless and upright" man who "feared God and turned away from evil." He was a wealthy landowner, who had several children, and a seemingly close family. He prayed for his children regularly. While I highly suggest you read through the book, especially the early chapters to get a feel for Job's life, I will summarize by saying that Job had a very good life. Then God allowed Satan to tempt Job. I will just stop for a second here to explain that NOTHING that happens in our lives is outside of God's control. Satan needed permission to test Job, but to be clear it is Satan doing the tempting, not God. Satan assumed as soon as things started going south for Job, he would curse God and turn from his faith. (Spoiler alert: Satan was wrong)

Job had a series of catastrophes occur. Raiding troops, fire and wind storms took his livestock, his servants, and then Job's children. While he mourned such great loss, he praised God and trusted Him saying, "The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." Despite all that happened, Job trusted God. He knew that all of life's blessings come from God's loving hands, and he knew that God was sovereign over all of it. Satan tried harder and struck Job with boils and sores that itched. He was miserable, scratching his wounds with broken pottery. Job still did not curse God, even though his wife urged him to "curse God and die."

I won't pretend that my life compares with Job's. By some standards, I may live an "upright" life. Compared to much of the world, we are "rich". We might be seen as having an abundance like Job had. We have family we love, great friends, a nice house, and good neighbors. Thankfully I have a supporting husband who has encouraged my faith, not pushed me to abandon it, as Job's wife did.

Unlike Job, I have not known the loss of children, or all I possess. Though this past year brought us a long term unemployment, which has eaten our savings, it pales in comparison to Job's immense loss. Also unlike Job, I have discovered a misplaced trust in our security. Chad has worked hard and we saved up for future emergencies. We were trying to be good stewards of all that God has given us, and savings is a great idea (I do not mean to imply that it is wrong). I only bring it up to confess that I allowed a false sense of "self-security" to creep in by growing the balance of my savings, only to have to swept away like Job's possessions. What are we left with when that which we trusted in is gone? 

I was recently reminded of a story from Exodus chapter 16. The Israelites, whom were just delivered by God from Egypt, grumbled and complained that they were brought out to the desert to starve to death. God gave them manna from heaven (literally showered them with sweet bread). They were instructed to take each day the amount they needed to sustain them for that day (the only exception being that they could gather an extra serving so they didn't work on the Sabbath). God provided for them, even though they were ungrateful. He gave them bread, but they decided they wanted meat. So, God gave them meat, SO much of it that they gorged themselves until they threw up!

They gathered more manna than they needed for one day, trying to "save it up" and make sure they had extra (their own little emergency fund, if you will). They had been warned not to gather extra, and when they awoke the next day, they found it stinky and worm infested.

I have not gone hungry (perhaps the opposite is true during this covid period). My "grumbling and complaining" was more of a "whimpering and pleading" and always about my health. It is not the nerve disease (CIDP) or even the paralyzed leg that wears me down. It isn't the inability to go and to do the things I once enjoyed.  Most days it isn't even the chronic back and neck pain. It is simply the "one more thing" that has me in sackcloth and ashes like Job. It is the common place or mundane ailment that becomes the straw that breaks the camels back for me.

It is the latest migraine, the diverticulitis, the kidney stone, the coronavirus, or the sinus infection (all have happened in the last 6 months). It is that small little sickness that happens in addition to my "normal" health struggles that lays me bare before a mighty God. That "one more thing" that brings me to my knees in prayer, begging for mercy. That "one more thing" that makes all the busyness of the world stop, drowns out all the noise, and gets my eyes fixed squarely upon Christ, my only hope. It seems to always take that "one more thing" to get my attention directed back to God and away from myself, my worries, my planning for tomorrow.

It is that "one more thing" that reminds me that tomorrow has enough cares of it's own (Matthew 6:34).  Today, I get my daily bread, one portion of manna needed to get through this day, not tomorrow. I get grace enough to stand up under the tremendous burden, not in my own strength, but in God's strength.....one more day. For in my weakness, His strength shines through. (2 Corinthians 12:9-10) 

God gives each of us our daily portion every single day. We recite this in the Lord's prayer, which says "give us our daily bread" not tomorrow's bread or next week's bread, but enough for today. He is truly enough. 

If you have ever received an email from me, you may notice the verse from Job 13:15, which reads "though He slay me, yet will I trust Him." I hope you might read some of the story that I shared with you today. I pray that you too might find grace and strength in Christ today, and let tomorrow worry about itself. May God cause you to trust in Him, no matter your circumstances.

Until Next Time
~Shari

P.S. God restores double to Job at the end of the book, which you can read about in chapter 42!