I type this with heavy eyelids, throbbing feet, and a house that's messier than all of it's messiest days since we've been here rolled into one. But I need the record to show that I'm so unbelievably blessed it just about brings me to tears.
God is good. And not because the last two months have been more than I could have hoped for, and in so many different ways---but because even when we don't know or think we like where things are going, He's got a plan.
God is good. And not because the last two months have been more than I could have hoped for, and in so many different ways---but because even when we don't know or think we like where things are going, He's got a plan.
If you grew up "in the church", that might seem like a cliche thing to say; but I'm not saying it as a token. I'm saying it as someone who has watched Him piece the puzzle of my life together to create something so much more rich in purpose and beautiful than the disaster of a Picasso I could have ever hoped to aspire to. Let the times that our souls overflow with joy and enthusiasm at the prospect of what those plans are unfolding to be serve as reminders for the times that we scramble to understand them. Because if you walk with God, you know that both times exist. And that the second kind of time makes the first kind a whole lot sweeter.
"And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose..."
-Romans 8:28
