Last Sunday I got to church early, as I usually do. I was already tired, and as I walked around getting things set up, I became more tired—to the point that I could feel myself getting lightheaded and seemed like I was about to pass out. I realized I could not continue. I would need to call in someone to preach for me. I left, feeling awful physically, and feeling awful that I could not bring the message on the Holy spirit that I had prepared.
From what I understand, this recent physical development is a side effect of the third medication I am taking, a TB antibiotic that I need to keep my latent TB from going positive with the infusions. I know my doctor and I will get this figured out. I am just very impatient. I want to be done with this 4-month protocol and I am only 1-month in.
My daily Bible verse on Monday reminded me that whatever happens, God will complete His purpose for me. “The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me. Lord, Your love is eternal; do not abandon the work of Your hands.” [Psalm 138:8 CSB]
God knows every day of my life. He knew my beginning, and He knows my end. He has a divine purpose for my life and He will be relentless through the power of His Spirit to bring that to its gracious fulfillment.
God has a divine purpose for each of us. One of the saddest things about our current culture is that our children have been taught that they have no divine purpose. They are an accident of nature, the result of some evolutionary process that outlaws the Hand of God. I do not know how anyone can survive thinking they have no reason for being alive, no LORD and King that has their lives securely in His Hands.
How disheartening to live with neither a purpose nor a future. No wonder they are searching so badly for meaning in all the wrong places.
