Mine's Broken

I'm reminded more and more every day just how broken our world truly is. Children are facing death because they can no longer fight with the cancer that is literally taking over their little bodies. Adults take in orphaned or abandoned children, not because they want to care, provide for and love them, but because they will get a measly little check every month. People I love are going through dark, seemingly hopeless times in their lives and are quickly losing the ability to believe it will ever get better. Believers who were once rock solid are now questioning their salvation. I could go on but I'm sure you have your own examples.

By nature, I'm a "fixer". I want to make things better for people; cheer them up; offer them hope. But what I'm learning as I watch so many people I care about go through such poo, is that I can't fix them. And even if I could, it's not up to me to fix their situations. For some reason, this is where the Lord has them for now. Each time I move into "fix it" mode, the Lord gently pulls me back and reminds me that ALL I need to do is love them, pray for them and continue to speak truth to them. He will take care of the rest.

I didn't hear a lot of what Bob said this morning at church. My mind and my heart were on other situations. But one thing I did hear, repeatedly, is that we are exiles here on earth; this is NOT our home. And while we are here, we will suffer and life will suck at times, but this should point our hearts to our true home, with Christ, in Heaven. And there, Jesus will be all we want, not just all we need, our affections won't be divided, we won't despair over sin, hope will be fulfilled, bodies will be made whole again, and people we love will no longer struggle.

Oh how I long for that day.