This evening, I was reading Habakkuk 3:17-19.
17Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail,
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19GOD, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer's;
he makes me tread on my high places.
I realized that if I was the author, I would have written it a bit differently. So, here is my version of the same passage:
17Though my body refuses to conceive,
and there is will be no baby in nine months;
though I may not ovulate,
and we miss the timing this month {once again};
though the familiar cramps consume me,
and I find myself mourning over another month lost,
though my best friends and family members are celebrating new life,
and the disease of impatience continues to rot in my soul,
18yet I will search for a way to rejoice in the Lord,
I will continue to fight to be joyful in God my savior.
I'm not quite sure what I should write for verse 19. Let's just say I'm letting God be my strength since I really have no strength left of my own. Sometimes I really wonder what life will be like when this season comes to a close. And I have to remind myself on days like today, this too shall pass.
Thank you for sharing Amanda. Habakkuk is one of my favorite books of the Bible, though it is hard to choose one. 3:19 stood out to me back at the beginning of college and I have carried it around with me ever since. Today in church, my pastor was talking about how the Bible is one of the basic elements and how God makes himself known to us through His Word. Continuing to pray for you.
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