One evening last week, I was driving home to my sparsely furnished apartment; and the mountains were a misty mauve against a smooth, pale apricot sky above the azure waves of Lake Loveland. I thought to myself, no matter what happens or wherever I go or whatever I do, I will look back on this time of being young and independent and treasure it.
Then I got home and opened a medical bill which was about three times larger than I had expected, and I cried.
But I'm sticking to my guns: this is the life.
In the Bible, we are called to an implausible-seeming duality of life. We are called to suffer through this life, and yet to rejoice.
"To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps." 2 Peter 2:21
"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" Philippians 4:4
To exist in such extremity sounds absolutely exhausting. Even just to think of it. How lucky it is then, that we serve a God who says,
"but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
And come to Him, ye who are weary, and He will give you rest. Phew.