I am not actually sure why, but when I was a really little girl, under 5 years old, I loved Popeye. I didn't like Olive Oyll, I loved Popeye. I admired his muscles and terrible singing and that he always fought for right. I would play Popeye like some kids play superheroes today.
Lately I have had some setbacks in my life. Things I have been waiting for have not come to fruition. They have taken a long time and cost more money than they should have in my view. I have trusted in the Lord and He has brought me through day by day. In miraculous ways, he has brought me though it all. I am learning to say in the midst of crisis and doubt, Jesus, I trust in You. What ever happens will be better than I had planned.
In the midst of life recently, I realized how tired I was of all my recent trials. The open ended nature of my life was getting to me. I really did trust, but I talked to God about how long it was taking and how uncertain my future was. I didn't think I could keep going with the uncertainty. I didn't have any other choices, but I was finding it hard to hope to believe that an end to the trials would finally happen.
As I prayed this, I thought of Popeye. I had not thought of Popeye in years, maybe decades. But the little song that Popeye sang so poorly came to mind and I sang along. I got my answer. These days when the trials seem long and hard and endless, I am building up muscles to handle future trials. These days are my spinach. I will be strong to the finish......