God is allowing hard days to happen. The crawl back in the bed under the sheets kind of days. We've been back in this country for almost 2 weeks. It's harder than I remembered (hello grace! thank you for not keeping record in the memory bank.).
Then John 9 happens.
There was this blind man.
Not because he did bad things.
Or because God didn't want to give him what he wanted.
Being blind was part of his life.
A circumstance of his.
There was a reason. It was so that the works of God might be displayed in him.
I like the word displayed: [to be in a place easily seen].
I'm easily seen here. Not because I'm white [although yes]. Not because I have 2 kids [another yes]. But because I'm at the end of myself. And if you get close enough, my red nose and teary eyes can't hide when blah-ness comes.
I'm on display. He wants to illustrate something in me for me to see. For others to see.
Somehow he's doing that.
Hard days aren't for nothing. They're for His display.
So that people can see it's Him that makes me function and endure and press on.