The Song of the City
As they make music they will sing, “All my fountains are in you.”—Psalm 87:7 (NIV)
Faithful are the wounds of a friend . . .—PROVERBS 27:6 [ESV]
I posed the question to my MS group on Facebook: “When do you know it’s time to get a handicap parking permit?” One member wrote, “If you’re asking, it is time.” Another member replied bluntly, “You have MS, and you are not going to get better.”
The harsh responses from the group were certainly not what I wanted to hear, but they were actually what I needed to hear. I appreciated the truth behind the tough but necessary words. If I was having enough physical difficulty to ask when to get a decal, it was in fact time to move ahead. My brain knew that, short of a miracle, the fact was that I was not going to get better, but it was still very hard for my heart to accept.
God gives us people to speak truth into our lives, even when that truth is often not pretty. This time it was strangers with whom I share a common enemy reminding me of the reality of my disease. I am grateful for these hard truths when I need them, even as I still place my hope in God’s promises.
Lord, remind us to be thankful for the tough truth-tellers in our lives.
As they make music they will sing, “All my fountains are in you.”—Psalm 87:7 (NIV)
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.—Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)
Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.—2 Corinthians 9:7 (NIV)