Political drama, terrorism, people killing each other,
families disintegrating, education that is becoming indoctrination, time lines and power plays….
and…….well….it just makes me weary.
I realize more and more that this place, this earth, is not my home.
It never was.
This world is broken…and me along with it.
And yet, through it all, I have moments that remind me who I am, in Him.
Those moments that softly whisper to my longing soul.
When the rays of the early morning sun shoot out from behind a cloud and I remember that my Heavenly Father is on the throne.
When loved ones die and my heart breaks with the pain, I realize that they are seeing face to face, what I see only dimly.
When the news blares of terrorism and fear, I search for comfort from the One who is Sovereign and is not surprised by any of it.
When world leaders claw for power, I know that my God is the King of kings and the Lord of lords….there are none before Him.
When I worry about the future, He reminds me that He is already there.
My weary soul can find rest.
Remember the former things, those of long ago;
I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning,
from ancient times, what is still to come.
I say, ‘My purpose will stand,
and I will do all that I please.’ Isaiah 46:9-10 NIV
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1 KJV