Blessed

To walk in an upright and holy way when your feet hurt and your back is bent, to speak the truth with a wandering mind and a rebellious tongue, to be where you ought to be when you’d rather run, to play the man, these can only be the gifts of a good God, and yet, how do we mortals know these gifts, know God, outside these trials? The broken body or mind—the heart that wants courage is blessed, for it shall be given courage—the mind lost in a labyrinth is blessed, for there is a clue—the body seeking comfort will be comforted, I think. Wait, for the young shall grow old, those who know confused, and the audacious cannot forever wax in their boldness. Wait on the Lord, for He is the Lord of the Sabbath; is His command not to rest in Him? Blessed are we to come to Him with our need, for here is the fulfillment of all our needs. The rest is the gift of God.