Then he began to curse and swear, saying, “I do not know the Man!” Immediately a rooster crowed. And Peter remembered the word of Jesus who had said to him, “Before the rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” So he went out and wept bitterly.
As I sat at my radio console at work, in walked one of our community service officers. Working for the police department has its perks, joking and laughing with one another is one of them. The woman began to peruse the discarded newspaper until she found what she was looking for, the horoscope section.
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I would venture to guess not many of us like to wait for anything. Most of us don’t like waiting in line at Wal-Mart, waiting at the doctor’s office, and we certainly don’t like waiting on God.
I’ve done my share of waiting this past week – on doctors and on God. My son has been in the hospital for testing to determine if he is a candidate for epilepsy brain surgery. The testing required that he have a seizure while hooked to an EEG machine.
We waited all week for him to have a seizure. We prayed for him to have one.
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Several years ago, when I was pregnant with our daughter, my husband and I started looking at new homes. We loved our house and neighbors, but with a baby on the way, we felt like we needed a home with a bigger backyard and a little more privacy. After looking for a while, we found a home we thought was perfect…it was on a court, with a swimming pool in the backyard, and plenty of room.
But there was one catch.
If we bought the house, and I quit my job to stay home with our daughter when she was born, things would be tight financially.
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I’ve been fighting a war for years…and losing. Though there has been no bloodshed and death, the war is real and damaging, mostly to myself but also to those I care about most. Some days the battles are fierce and endless and I bow my head in defeat. Other days I withstand the enemy and claim victory, knowing that tomorrow will be another day and another battle.
It’s a battle I’m sure you fight. The battle of the flesh.
Over the years I’ve seen my flesh grow weaker and undisciplined…
“Just 30 more minutes in bed. The kids can make their own breakfast.
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