I once read a testimony of a missionary family on a south Pacific island in difficult circumstances and with limited finances, plagued by discouragement and malcontent. Until the day their young son prayed over lunch.
We no longer travel a lot by train, as we once did. But it always takes me back to our early car-less years here. When my husband rode an old moped 12 miles (20 km) to work – rain, snow, or sunshine. Italy’s public transport enables car-free living in some areas. But no buses passed our cluster of houses near that village in Lombardy.
If you could leave but one thing behind you what would it be? Wealth and property? Family heirlooms? For me those don’t even enter the running. Not only because I have few such things to leave. But because I hope, above all, to leave a lasting legacy.
Our First World obsessions. How did we get them? Picture-perfect homes. With fine decor, and all artistically arranged. I can’t help but wonder: How did we get this way?
The more I talk with people, the more I discover that many are dissatisfied with life. Either they don’t like the direction their life is going, or feel their life is directionless. And I think it’s because we sometimes lose track of what’s really important.
Storms and difficulties of all kinds and sizes come our way. From simple gray spells or times of discouragement, to life’s big storms and even pandemics. And they can really start to get us down. A lot of life’s problems are extremely serious, like this COVID-19 that is currently afflicting the world. And it can be really difficult to not worry.