Every morning, while Dave sleeps and Cheeto eats and I have my first cup of coffee, I get online to read Facebook and several news sites—everything from The Washington Post and the BBC to AL.com. I think I need to stop doing that. It’s so depressing—and completely overwhelming, especially when we take the trials of The Big World and add our own personal losses—moments of grief, sorrow, and disappointment
I have to constantly remind myself of what Christ told His disciples: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”
The NIV translates “be of good cheer” as “take heart.” I love that verse. It’s a divine everything’s going to be okay in the end—no matter how it looks right now.
To believe that, you have to believe in the power of love—the hard kind, the unconditional kind, the kind that comes only from God. And I do believe in it. I have my moments—of doubt and fear and “how can God possibly love me as many times as I’ve stumbled and rebelled and made absolutely shameful choices.” But the Bible says He can. And through the grace of Christ, we can access that love and share it. That’s the greatness of God.
I’m sending out a passage from my mother’s favorite Scripture, with love, to some sister cousins who are grieving right now.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Psalm 121: 1-3