habakkuk

I'm reading this blog about Chad, a guy suffering from a liver disease. His younger brother, Ryan, was a perfect match, so he donated 1/2 of his liver to Chad, who would have died without one. Unfortunately, a few days after the transplant, Ryan, the donor, died. Chad has a blog, come too far, that follows his journey of healing, spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

I can't imagine the pain he is in right now. His blog is on the side of my blog. It's mixed in there with the shallow blogs about making pillows and framing out mirrors, and it's one that I read everyday. For some reason, I sometimes dread . . . ok, so maybe dread isn't the right word. Maybe hesitate is a better word. Sometimes, I hesitate before I click on the link, because, through Chad's struggle, God speaks to me. He chisels away the stuff that shouldn't be there. He challenges me through Chad's incredible transparency, rawness, and authenticity.

The other day, he posted this verse:

Habakkuk 3:17-19 ~ Though the cherry trees don’t blossom and the strawberries don’t ripen,
 Though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields stunted,
 Though the sheep pens are sheepless 
and the cattle barns empty, 
I’m singing joyful praise to God. I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
 Counting on God’s Rule to prevail, 
I take heart and gain strength.

Maybe you can use it today. Maybe it'll speak to you like it spoke to me.

And, even if it doesn't, it's worth the read.