Never weary of doing good
What is one advice you’d give me for a happy marriage?”—I asked Mr. Conrad. His eyes went blank and after a few thoughtful seconds he answered—“listen.”
It was somewhere past 9:00pm and that was the best part of my 8hr walking routine that day. Why? By then, I was painfully exhausted, thirsty as well as discouraged. But hearing this advice coming from a man who is losing his wife out of Alzheimer's after a 50-years-marriage was not only enlightening, but also hope-filling.
No only that. His kind smile was even awe-inspiring. Despite his many trials, he was still hoping, still planning, still fighting. And here I was, a student with the only task of walking from door to door simply spreading soul-saving books to those who wanted them. How heavy could my 10-weeks-trial-season be?
“Susan loved flowers,” he happily exclaimed later on while pointing Rebekah and myself to his big yard. Unbelievably enough, he knew the place of every single flower just like God knows the name of every single star (Ps. 147:4). Hence, one thing she and I could not deny was the fact that we were being encouraged.
We were there to bring good news but instead, God was bringing good news to us; to me. As Paul once said—“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Gal 6:9)
How far are we willing to go this week? How is God going to choose to sustain “me”?
It was somewhere past 9:00pm and that was the best part of my 8hr walking routine that day. Why? By then, I was painfully exhausted, thirsty as well as discouraged. But hearing this advice coming from a man who is losing his wife out of Alzheimer's after a 50-years-marriage was not only enlightening, but also hope-filling.
No only that. His kind smile was even awe-inspiring. Despite his many trials, he was still hoping, still planning, still fighting. And here I was, a student with the only task of walking from door to door simply spreading soul-saving books to those who wanted them. How heavy could my 10-weeks-trial-season be?
“Susan loved flowers,” he happily exclaimed later on while pointing Rebekah and myself to his big yard. Unbelievably enough, he knew the place of every single flower just like God knows the name of every single star (Ps. 147:4). Hence, one thing she and I could not deny was the fact that we were being encouraged.
We were there to bring good news but instead, God was bringing good news to us; to me. As Paul once said—“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.” (Gal 6:9)
How far are we willing to go this week? How is God going to choose to sustain “me”?
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