We all have days that start out with plans to take on the world only to have them dashed the minute we take one step out of bed.  Who knew there would be a Lego underfoot?  No matter how strong we feel about starting the day with new resolve, something always gets in the way.

There will always be bricks thrown your path.  If things were perfect, we wouldn’t have  need of a Savior and we’d all be living in paradise.  Too bad that all got mucked up by the first human beings.  It wasn’t our fault – right?

When we fall victim to failure, we are eating right into one of the devil’s biggest lies.  He wants us to believe we don’t have a future; we have no value or purpose in this world; that we’re alone in this fight and there’s no hope for us.  Depression and anxiety can drag us into despair.  Our circumstances in life can lead us to a early grave or we can turn them over to the One who was pierced and wounded for all our iniquities.

The whole idea of someone else taking on our problems is a sign of weakness, by the world’s standards.  We’re supposed to be self sufficient and strong enough to do things alone.  The truth is, we all stumble.  We all fall.  We all have that breaking point that sends us over the edge – but we also have a loving God who considers us His children.  He has the power to use our difficulties to shape and mold us into something better than we ever thought we could be.

Isaiah 53:5 “But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”