Life is the wildest ride, don't you think? Within its days the mix of the wonderful and worrisome abounds. One minute we're happily soaring on life as high as kites. Then, all a sudden, we're broken and bruised from crashing down against the harsh, jagged rocks.
Thus was my last week and a half.
Beautiful things, hard things, then pining to find my Savior in it all.
Once again, I wonder how people do life without the presence of Jesus? The thought of not having Jesus’ love tenderly tending to my bruised and battered soul is frightful. I'm too self-destructive in my humanity to endure life's chaos on my own. Even so, not having His abiding presence to savor the joys of life with is a literal void without explanation. Aside from swimming in His marvelous love and grace, my life cannot make any sense. I'm undeserving of such goodness after the life I’ve lived with all its sin.
This week I've been thinking how...
Jesus alone turns the bitter into sweet and gives life its context within us. When we loyally search out His magnificent Word, He faithfully supplies us a personal application for both our highest highs and lowest lows. For in Christ alone all of life—the broken and the beautiful—gets bundled right up into the holy and sacred. In each of life’s circumstance, we are summoned to imagine our Savior in all His goodness and glory bestowing His lavish, gracious, bounteous life upon us.
“The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.”
Surely He is the wind in our sails, day after day. Upon the heights, and when we've found ourselves dashed upon the rocks. In Him life bubbles over, makes sense, and most assuredly prevails.