They always get worse before they get better. Day two of a new workout, your muscles feel like you were hit by a bus. First months of marriage? Fights, misunderstandings, miscommunication. And swollen, bloody fingers accompany guitar lessons.
But over time... what happens? Strong muscles, beautiful harmony, and melodic tunes.
I think God purposefully allows truly great things to come only by struggle. As humans, we would be too ignorant to cherish them fully if they could be accomplished with zip effort. That being said, I think you know where this is going.
Last night and today were tough. Whiteheads aplenty, I stared fitfully at the mirror.
The picture really doesn't do the struggle justice. I have never just let whiteheads go without popping them!
For me, going to work today with pimples was like going to work with no shirt on. Even with makeup, it was all I could think about.
But while I was driving home, I remembered an idea from a dear friend of mine who was struggling with distracting thoughts one day. She said she simply closed her eyes and imagined a lovely dresser. Each drawer was labeled with a specific train of thought. She simply opened the drawer she was struggling with, put her thoughts inside, and shut the drawer. She then walked away clear of mind.
The mind is a place of war, and we oughtn't deal with it lackadaisically. I long for my mind to be full of the thoughts of Christ. King David said, "I meditate on Your precepts and think about Your ways. I will delight in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word."
Oh that I may do the same always.