There are days where I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. A shared weight, I’m sure, but one that others seem to carry with much less of a struggle than I do. There are days when the ground beneath your feet is unstable and the ideas and notions that usually provide a reference point on the horizon become foggy. There are days where I am not myself, where my comfort slides away and I feel totally bewildered. There are days when the only thing I’m certain of is the past.
I’m so grateful that for those days there’s a God that loves me. There’s a Saviour that died for me. There’s a hope that never leaves my side. I’m so grateful that for every down, God ensures an up and for every question, God provides an answer (though it may not be one I’d like to hear). I’m so grateful that in the midst of uncertainty, our God never changes, never gives up, never fails. I’m so grateful that my weakness pales in comparison to God’s strength. That my failure is made righteous in God’s victory. That I am made whole through the blood of Jesus. I’m so grateful that when I see darkness, God sees light and when I am uncertain, God has already seen the beginning, the middle and the end and is with me no matter when, no matter how and no matter why. I’m so grateful that if all else fails, God remains.
Thank you, Father.