If this is the year of unceasing fruitfulness, where are my fruits?
Why am I struggling at work? Why am I barely surviving?
Then a sudden realisation (God, maybe?) hit me.
My struggles at work were unending. Every time I seem to be coping with the current workload, more comes it. There are days where I feel like pulling the plug off my computer, march into my editor’s office to tell him that I am clearing all 28 days of my annual leave this instant.
But yet, I fall to see a pattern. With each wave of struggles, there is a fresh wave of grace and strength. As endless my work was, even more endless was God’s provision.
I didn’t have to despair and be all impulsive. I could just call on God for help. And even as I ask for help, I am thanking Him for His unceasing love and grace.
Life is not meant to be easy. Grace is not magic for a cushy life. Just because we are fruitful, our lives aren’t a magical bed of roses. All that will come in heaven.
But what we have on earth now is comfort and help from God. He promised He will always be there.
And I guess even though I feel like I am drowning, I don’t feel so tired and stressed. I know that God is helping me through. And I feel so thankful, because I am undeserving of it all.