I’m not feeling well…haven’t felt well for a while.
A long while.
The storms keep rolling through.
I’ve spent more than a year being sick, stressed, and broke and some days the combination takes me out.
That’s not what I want to write about though.
I want to tell you what I’ve learned from more than a year where I’ve been totally dependent on God…a year where every morning I wake up staring into one abyss or another.
This has been more than a year of losing my pride, my dignity, and my cultural “manhood”.
I’ve lost…a lot.
I’ve gained more.
The one thing I’ve never lost is hope…hope that God was in the storm, hope that God would end the storm, hope that God was God even if the storm never ends.
God is the one who has both given and sustained that hope.
God has then blessed that which He has given…as if I had done something pleasing to Him on my own.
The art of living by faith consists of being put at the end of your rope on a continual basis and choosing to let go, believing you will be caught.
You will be.
You’ve heard that He is faithful…I can testify that He is.
You’ve heard He can be trusted…I can testify that He can be.
You’ve heard that He loves you…I can testify that He does.
I am an eye witness to all of the above.
I swear it’s all true.
Your circumstances do not reflect God’s heart toward you.
It could be that the darker they are, the more He loves you.
There are beautiful things that happen in storms…and in storms alone.
Make your own application…