Last night I desperately need a rant, but didn’t feel like talking. Didn’t want to go back down the road where I’ll keep whining and complaining..didn’t want to give myself any excuses to stop and linger around things. I guess toughen up is the only option I have, life goes on.
Just before going into bed last nite, I secretly told Him in my prayer ‘just tell me something, you know I need to hear it..’
“Son, this is going to be okay”. God is whispering the same to you. Those are his arms you feel. Trust him. That is his voice you hear. Believe him. Allow the only decision maker in the universe to comfort you. Life at times appears to fall to pieces, seems irreparable. But it’s going to be okay. How can you know? Because God so loved the world. And,
Since he has no needs, you cannot tire him. Since he is without age, you cannot lose him. Since he has no sin, you cannot corrupt him. If God can make a billion galaxies, can’t he make good out of our bad and sense out of our faltering lives? Of course he can. He is God. He not only flies the plane, but he knows the passengers and has a special place for those who are sick and ready to get home. (taken from 3:16 The numbers of hope by Max Lucado)
