My cat, Georgia, likes to sit by the tub and wait for me to turn on the faucet. She’s patient. She’ll start at 8 p.m., sitting on the edge of the tub, waiting. One night, I walked into the bathroom and saw that she had crawled into the tub, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.
She loves her nightly fresh stream of water. Perhaps that’s the wild side of her? But it brought another word to mind, Persistence.
For the righteous falls seven times and rises again, but the wicked stumble in times of calamity. – Proverbs 24:16
It’s been a tough week for me. I won’t go into details, but I was brought to a low point. Depression crept into my spirit. I felt like someone had kicked me in the gut, but the word, Persistence, echoed in my mind.
“For the righteous falls seven times and rises again…” God whispers in my spirit. My eyes are raw from wiping away the tears. I felt cheated. I felt robbed. I felt like I wanted to crawl beneath my blankets and do a Netflix binge. In these times, I cling to God and His Bible.
Georgia sits by the tub, knowing I will eventually turn on the faucet and she can drink deeply of the fresh water. She trusts, even if she has to wait a long, long time. I can wait, too, for the answers I seek, for the tears to fade and the grief to stop making my heart feel physically like a rock.
I will move through the grief, focus on what’s important, and persist. I will persist.
How are you doing? Can we pray together?