I know I haven’t written in forever and I want to apologize. Recently, I’ve been sick and have been trying to keep up with writing my book (even despite the sickness) and try to get school done (even though it’s crazy.) It’s a little bit funny. My friend texted me two weeks ago telling me I should write an essay about Lady Luck for St. Patrick’s day (which is an imaginary personification of Luck I grumble to or about when I’m playing card or board games.) Either way, today felt pretty unlucky. I had a procedure today—including sedation, no eating yesterday, (the whole deal)—but when we think about it St. Patrick’s Day isn’t really about luck either. In fact, when St. Patrick was my age, he was in Ireland (as a slave herding sheep.) Around my age, he’d been kidnapped and became a slave. That doesn’t sound very lucky! But at the same time, later in life, he became a great missionary to Ireland. I don’t know what God wants to do with my life. Often, I have trouble trusting him. But on St. Patrick’s Day I get to remember, that through it all God is in control. And, he’s preparing me. Preparing me for something amazing and great. Something I don’t understand or know right now. But I can trust him that today being sick is one step in the process of becoming who he’s making me and embracing his wonderful plan. Let it be! Thank you, Jesus. I trust you.
“His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’”—Matthew 25:23