praying our afflictions

I drove seven hours today. It was actually great. I got to listen to some music, just stare at the road for a while, occupy my mind. I am actually looking forward to my drive next Saturday.

Then I came back to Illinois, home of my family. Things kind of break my heart. Our computer room looks like a nursing home room. There is an IV machine dripping its filtered-out contents into my toilet. There are boxes of medical supplies in all kinds of closets. I'll be cleaning out my closets this week, week one of the last six that this I'll be residing here. You could include spring break, next Thanksgiving and Winter break, etc., but I'll be more of a guest.

I'm more of a guest now, I suppose . . . in my mind, anyway.

Ross's RUF sermon this past Thursday was beautiful. It was God, speaking through him, preparing me for what was to come. Psalm 113 is about praying our afflictions, reminding ourselves of the hope we find in Him and, finally, giving our life away in the way He gave His.

It was a poignant and beautiful message about how, yes, life can be miserable. Our afflictions can be overwhelming. But we need to take heart; this life isn't where we're destined for eternity. Rather, we're getting the chance to be with our Savior forever . . . it sure isn't breaking news, but every time I hear it, I'm in awe.

There's another verse I've been reflecting on a lot, in preparation for the time here with my family. Ross's wife, Jenny, shared it with me. Matthew 25:40 reminds me of how we're truly called to help and sacrifice and throw our lives away for others. This week, I'll try to throw my life away for my family. With God, I pray, this will be accomplished.