Mr. Wonderful no longer has a job, his flow of income stops this week, and our home must be vacated in 30 days. It’s not really been the greatest week.
Because of an evil person, bent on systematically trying to take my husband down, we have lost so much, but gained something more precious in return: a helpless dependence on the Lord. I don’t say that to make it sound trite, or easy: it’s anything but easy. We are walking through the valley of the shadow of death, during this season in our lives. But we know that God is with us, holding our hands, even carrying us when it has been particularly rough.
We’re finding out who our true friends really are, and already offers have come in to help us with shelter, food, and even gas for our cars. It’s likely this will blow over in a few months, and my love can get another job like the one he had. But this situation is forever changing the people we are. We’re being forced to live this faith, not just talk about it. And the following holds so much more meaning than it used to:
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.