I stood and held her hands as she told me of her heartbreak.
She had given and given and wished she could give some more, but that season was over. Responsibility had come hard at her, like a semi-truck without brakes.
She had risen and stopped that semi for a while.
But now things were different and someone else would have to make the right choices, bear the responsibility, stop that semi.
Staring her in the face was the possibility that no one would take her place and hold off that truck.
A girl can only do so much when what someone really needs is a Savior.
And I spoke the only words I knew to say,
“Jesus can, and you will have to trust Him.”
Trust is a gamble, isn’t it? But when the only horses in the race are you and God, the best bet is on Him.
I could feel in my heart how easy it was for me to trust in God for myself. Even the treacherous roads have become joy for me somehow.
I wished that I could tell her it would be easy. I would like to, but I’ve yet to meet a soul that grows in anything but darkness.
Could she step into that darkness and hope that the light would dawn on the other side?
If it gets worse before it gets better, will she say, “Though He slays me, yet I will hope in Him“?
I didn’t know. But as long as God holds tomorrow in His hands, He is our greatest hope.
We aren’t really betting on a horse, after all, we are trusting in a God with legs that can’t fail.
Even when He fell into darkness, He rose. What is darkness to a God like that?
Step out, sweet friend. That’s not your truck to stop any longer.
