Healing moments. Sitting by a still pond on a quiet afternoon. Listening to little children laughing with abandon. Folding laundry while listening to praise songs. Reminiscing with friends and laughing so hard tears roll down my cheeks. Sitting next to my husband and doing absolutely nothing. Watching lightening tear across the sky, sending shivers of excitement through my body. Holding a friends hand, offering comfort in a storm of life. The smell of bread fresh from the oven. All these moments offer me healing, hope and peace that is hard to explain.
Life hands us difficult problems and challenges. Sometimes the problem can be overwhelming and earth shaking. Sometimes they are small and we muddle through them with only a small skip in our stride Others are so mind numbing that it is hard to breathe or see any hope. I know. I’ve experienced all these types of challenges, and I will again. That’s life.
Yet God is good. All the time. His blessings are countless, and no matter what I am facing right now, He is not worried or afraid. He saw it coming before I took breath and made my appearance on this planet. He has a plan. He is undaunted at what the world throws at me because He sees the end from the beginning. He is untouchable, invincible and He loves me. I have nothing to fear.
When I take the time to slow down, and really look at my circumstances from the perspective that I am a much loved daughter of the Most High, it changes everything. What was a woe, becomes an opportunity. I have a front row seat, to watch my hero at work in my life. What is He teaching me about Him and His love for me? What am I learning about who I am in Christ? Am I willing to trust Him and enter the storm with joy?
Lately, I have forgotten this fact. I got overwhelmed by my situation and allowed fear and worry to gnaw at my heart. Yes, the radiation treatments make me so tired it is hard to think. The pain from the blistering makes it difficult to focus on anything but the suffering at hand. The heart grows numb. The eyes become dim. Life becomes something to endure.
But My God is having none of that. I laugh as I write this. He is so patient and kind and good. He picked me up this morning, and reminded me of His unfailing love for me. I am never alone and He will never leave my side. What I am experiencing in this life is temporary and He will work all things to my good. It becomes a choice. Will I trust Him? He’s got this – I can rest in that truth.
The chores that I have been avoiding, somehow today no longer have the power to disturb me. In fact, I take solace in the comfort of the simple acts of folding clothes, washing dishes, and catching up on things that I have gotten behind on. Somehow completing these simple tasks make me feel better.
I’ve also been avoiding writing. This is my calling. God has made that clear to me time and time again. I don’t know why He has asked me to write, but my heart heals and my spirit soars as I write about Him. He is my love and my King. I cannot fathom getting through all I have to face without Him. He is my anchor and my strong champion and He is mighty and strong. AND HE LOVES ME!
There is more to this life than what we see. The things we believe and how we live our life matters. There is a God and He is alive and strong. He sent His only son, Jesus, to become a man – a human – to live a perfect life so He could be the perfect sacrifice for us. He loves us that much. He doesn’t want any to perish but all to come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ – Yeshua. There is a heaven and a hell and the choice is ours. Will we choose to believe God when He says we need a savior and that Jesus is that savior? Or will we choose to believe that there is no god and take our chances, risking an eternity in hell?
I have chosen Heaven, and cannot wait for the day when I get to see Jesus face to face. But for now, I want to love others like He loves me. No judgment – no condemnation. I want to turn the other cheek, and offer love. I want to love like He loves me so people can see Him in me.