In a Bible study in which I have been participating we have been looking at James’s instruction to “count it all joy when you fall into various trials,” which to me has always felt like the extra credit assignment in the course of life, one that it would be nice to complete if I could manage it, but really was that even possible and surely if I couldn’t accomplish it my grade wouldn’t be affected too much.
That’s one of those hardly-perceived-but-terribly-self-deceiving kinds of things to think, though.
So, I accepted the nearly-useless arm. I work awhile, and then I sit down awhile. I work awhile, but I ask for help with the carrying and lifting and reaching. I leave some things undone. And I trust the trial is producing patience, as James promised it would. I choose to believe, and things are already better. Funny how that works.
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