Good Morning!
Heading to a doctor’s appointment, I crossed paths with a gentle older woman who worked at the hospital. We exchanged pleasantries as we walked—slowly—because her hip was clearly troubling her. When she asked how I was doing, I gave the automatic answer many of us give: “All is well.” She nodded, but instead of agreeing, she began to tell me a story.
She spoke of a prisoner who insisted he was innocent. He filed complaint after complaint, but no one listened. Eventually, he became discouraged and realized he was just another voice in the choir. After all, in prison, everyone claims innocence.
As she talked, something in her tone shifted. And that’s when it hit me:
She wasn’t just telling a story. She was talking about herself.
Her limp, her tired eyes, the weight in her voice, this wasn’t a random tale. This was her testimony. She could have complained just like that prisoner. She could have listed every injustice, every ache, every moment she felt overlooked or unheard. But instead, she wrapped her truth inside a parable and handed it to me like a gift.
And isn’t that how life works?
We find ourselves in situations where we are misunderstood, falsely accused, or simply dismissed. We know we’re not guilty, yet our explanations fall flat. We want vindication. We want someone to finally say, “I hear you.”
But like that woman, and like that prisoner, we reach a crossroads.
Do we keep shouting, or do we surrender the fight to God?
Do we complain, or do we choose praise?
Praise doesn’t erase the pain. It simply declares that God is bigger than the pain.
So today, what will your voice add to the choir? complaints or confidence in God’s justice?
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