Or my heart is.
God is good. God loves me. Two things I know. And it hurts, sometimes, when they are the answers to questions. It is like bedrock that you can’t dig any deeper than, God is good, God loves me. Why is my friend hurting? Why did they die in an accident? It all comes back to God is good, and God loves me.
And then you cry cause you don’t understand, and cry because you don’t have to.
I will share with you. Lately, this phrase that came out of my mouth; “Everything works to my advantage” has rocked my world. It is my own personal paraphrase of Romans 8:28, and it is scaring the crap out of me. Like tonight. I invited some people to come to perkos with some of us. I really wanted them to come, but they didn’t. I am glad that they didn’t. It just wouldn’t have been the same. None of us would have been as transparent as we each were. God didn’t want them to come, so what happened could happen.
Now it might sound… um… haughty to say that about myself. It is not. It is actually the opposite, it is humbling. Without going to deep in to the taboo subject of predestination, it is actually just a way of reminding myself of the fact that I am small and finite contrasting an undefinable God. A God who is good. A God who loves me.
When you walk around with that on the top of you head, you start to see it everywhere. And it brings you back to your bedrock more times than you care to go.
God is good! God loves me!