Sometimes I read the news too much…or blogs…or articles…or whatever just happens to be in front of my face.
You know…information overload. Opinion overload. Arguments overload.
It can get heavy…heavy as in finding myself wondering how in the world “we” got here?
I don’t have a lot of vivid memories of my childhood but I do remember the countless days of walking to the swimming pool from my house with friends. And though my childhood had its detours from all things good and right, I remember feeling like we “owned the world.” It was safe, predictable and at our disposal.
I guess some could argue that’s still true, yet, it seems the only thing predictable is there’s nothing really predictable anymore…save God’s love…and a mother’s.
With grandkids bursting forth from the wombs of my daughters, familiar thoughts, fears and hopes make their way to my mind about my “babies”…usually at night…
And as I lay in bed I ask Jesus to please….
Please be with them, Jesus…
Please open their hearts at a young age to see You… believe You…trust You…follow You.
My history with Jesus makes my prayers even more confident…more passionate and more sure.
I look at my own life and see clearly that when I am following and trusting my Creator and Savior, I am at rest…true peace.
A peace that overshadows crazy and dark storms that come un-invited.
I’m all for doing all we can to make this world a better place…
There are just some things we are not in control of.
Like storms. (That we are told will come in one way or another.)
Of course we pray protection…and go get in our “safe place.”
Of course we prepare as best we can. Of course.
But after we’ve done all we know to do…we stand. We believe. We trust and we cling.
To Jesus. Who happens to be coming back…for us! His kids.
I don’t believe this life is all there is…never really have.
Even as a young girl, I knew.
I knew there was more.
I just couldn’t believe this was it…even the BEST moments and the greatest of human loves proved to fall short of what I knew was coming.
My faith is stronger today even after all the…’If God is so good, then…” why questions.
I can’t explain it.
I just embrace it…Hs is good and trustworthy.
It would take a lot of hard work on my part to not believe that…really hard.
There is a song I’ve been hearing a lot lately.
It’s called Even So Come by Kristian Stanfill.
This song often stirs my emotions to the point of tears…
Probably because the same seed of faith that was planted into the soil of my heart as a little girl is still being watered by the reality of Jesus coming back for those who want Him.
It’s the same seed that was planted into the hearts of my children and now grandchildren…
It’s a seed watered by the hope of something more than what we can see with our natural eyes…that beyond “all this” there is something different…
even better than the best we’ve ever seen in the here and now.
and no more evil.
“Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3