“Rainy days and Mondays always suck a wrench.”
Or was that Weird Al?
Anyway, it’s one of those Mondays.
I’m working on my first cup of Elixir and reading Facebook posts. Here’s a discussion on the season of Fall. Okay, I get Fall.
The leaves fall. Ducks and geese fall from the sky with a little coaxing from hunters. The temperature falls. I get Fall.
And Spring. Grass springs up. The rejuvenation of life puts a spring in our step. The IRS springs up to take a bite out of our wallets. I get Spring.
But what about those non-meteorological seasons of life? Like the one where I’m stuck - not falling, not springing.
Just stuck.
Firmly planted in mid-air.
You ever have a season like that?
Life and God’s answer to my prayers are going and coming so slow that both are being left in the dust by glaciers and three-toed sloths.
It’s my season of Stuck. I'm not going anywhere. A time of life where the wheels spin, nothing's moving, and God seems to be busy elsewhere.
It’s like waiting at the car shop on a Wednesday afternoon and you overhear that the mechanic had a 12:30 tee time.
Stuck.
One unique thing grows really well in the season of Stuck: trust.
When I can’t turn around, aside, or away, that’s all I have left.
Trust.
So I trust. But trust what?
God’s promises. But what promises?
The ones in the Book.
And that’s the one great thing about the Stuck – it makes it really easy to read.
There's no motion sickness.