The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
A series of unfortunate events caused her bank account to dwindle. Doink. Every time she turned around another problem arose, some big, some very minor, all very irritating. Doink, doink. Though she was determined to press on, the annoyances kept coming, so much so that soon she wasn't even surprised anymore and started responding with a sigh and an "of course". She knew what was happening.
Some mornings she would awake with a jolt, as if someone had suddenly shaken her and panic swept through. DOINK! It was irrational, she knew. Guilt suggested it was probably disrespectful to God as well. Doink. The battle was exhausting and so disheartening, making her question herself and her value. Doink, doink, doink.
Yet there was no choice except to fight. Seeking after the Only Solution, she found Him faithful. He soothed the doink wounds and pulled her through. She took great comfort in knowing no matter how the thief may attack, her powerful God would use it to make her better. He would see her through the anxiety and at the same time produce strength and tenacity. He could make her soul full and rich despite, or maybe because of earthly adversities.
And so she sang,
great is Thy faithfulness.
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
Can you praise your way through the doinks?
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