“…Write in a book all the words that I have spoken to you.” Jeremiah 30:2
An insert from my manuscript:
…When our trust is unwavering in Christ during life’s devastating storms and during every day mundane life, His strength is revealed in deep ways. Every relationship thrives on trust. Our relationship with our Heavenly Daddy should be no different. Trusting Him is the root of an unimaginable, beautiful and sweet spiritual experience that flows into every area and season of our lives.
Trust comes easy when we’re on the mountain top. Trust comes easy when our careers are sailing in high gear, when our health is overflowing, when our homes are filled with the laughter of a spouse and children. Trust comes easy when our lives seem to be whole and intact. But if our lives stayed on the mountain top why would we need faith? Why would we need Jesus?
What is your first reaction when the mountaintop views begin to shatter and you feel yourself free-falling and plummeting to the valley? What do you do when you feel the pieces of your life sinking in depths below the valley? Where does your trust lie? Do you turn and shake a fist at the creator of the Universe? Do you scream in anguish for too long? Do you find yourself sinking in the depths of your own self-pity, enlarging your pit of despair even more? Life is life. Life happens. We live in a fallen world. We live with potential hurts all around us. Fears have become almost tangible in our lives waiting to explode as if the fears were bombs about to destroy our worlds at any given minute. When the bombs of life detonate—where do you run for cover? To your own self-made shields, or do you turn in a sprint to the throne of Jesus?
I hope you answer Jesus to all of these. Jesus. He is the answer to everything.
I’ve tried running the other way. I’ve tried “fixing” life my way. What a mess that was. I’ve tried putting on a brave face and pretending I was okay when my heart was shattered to my core. I have faked it until it looked like I was making it for so long. That life is exhausting. And leads to only more exhaustion.
I want Jesus.
End of story.
I want Jesus to penetrate the bad days.
When I say ‘bad days’, I mean the really, really bad days. Not the, I woke up a little late kind of bad day, or I spilled my coffee, or I got a flat tire on my way to work, kind of bad days. But I mean the gut-wrenching, life changing, kind of bad days. The doctor report comes in and it’s not what you expected. You walk into work after decades of dedication only to find a pink slip on your desk. When you woke up that morning with your family safe and next to you, but go to bed that night with your heart ripped out of your chest because your spouse or child, or parent is no longer on this side of glory. The gut-wrenching, you will NEVER be the same kind of bad days. God is still God over those kind of days too. His sovereignty still reigns supreme when we have absolutely NO strength left of our own to muster up.
His strength is all we need. Minute to minute He will give us the grace to survive the hard days. He will never leave us or forsake us. Ever.
I have come to learn of the beautiful grace the Lord showers on us when we surrender our brokenness to Him. I have found myself begging God to break my heart for what breaks His. I have learned to praise God during unimaginable earthly pain—all through His strength that sustained my earthly being when I had no strength to even breathe on my own.
They say to write what you know…
What do I know? I know heartache. I know life at its darkest, most earth-shattering time. I know Redemption in the highest form. I know Love. An all-consuming earthly Love. I know an out of this world eternal Love.
This is what I know.
This is what I will write.
This is my story.
I Trust my God, I Trust my God, I Trust my God.