The Lord judges the way we don’t. A classmate of mine, Jim, has a slight heart problem, as do I, but he’s up at 5:00 a.m. every day and drives to work for a construction firm in the heart of NYC. Talk about being blessed by the Lord.
I couldn’t even get up at that hour, leave alone drive my car. I mean for me eighty-eight years is no e’en song, no matter how glowing the sun. The Lord responds to what we give, but he values things differently. I’m with him, no matter the cost.