I love that God doesn’t beat us up when we are weak and afraid. I love that He allows us to be human. I love that He guides us, He hears us, He holds us, He feeds us, He fills us. He comes to us in the still, small voice of assurance that He knows us and knows our name. He brings others to walk alongside us and love us and care for us. He bids our anxious fears subside, because He knows life and death can be scary. He leads us and delivers us.
The kids and I prayed this morning, asking God to comfort and heal and work miracles in the lives of friends (so many are hurting), and praising God that He is our Savior, our Deliverer. Then we turned up this song (Bella’s “exactly favorite worship song”) loud while we brushed teeth and braided hair and packed backpacks and sang together in our noisy assurance that we will land safe on Canaan’s side.
When I look at the past and the scars it holds… when I look at today, at my body and soul and all the scars I see and feel… when I think about the future and the scars it could hold, it is hard.
But then I look at the scars of my Savior.
And I see…
His scars hold mine.
I am okay. I am. Really.
Thank you for your love and prayers.
Live life today, friends.
Because what happens matters.