Walking with our Savior is a daily, hourly, moment by moment choice. It means we will have seasons …
days unending …
unexplainable mysteries of a human world filled with finding ourselves in places we never thought we’d land.
Life is curious like that.
But, those unplanned places steer us into new territories of the soul. I suppose it is by steering through life’s “where did this even come from” places that we learn to practice an awareness of the Creator’s attention to the details in our lives. I suppose, too, that without navigating the dangers of our own hours, we would never learn compassion. We have friends dealing with broken hearts and the deepest of life’s heartbreaks,
dealing with all reaches of despair,
dealing with life’s daily, ordinary mysteries.
Everyone, it seems, is in battle. In the end, this is the way of the cross, isn’t it? Our lives so parallel. Living our days out in a certain impenetrable mystery … lingering in suffering we cannot change … on our tiptoes awaiting a Hand-of-God resurrection we are not yet able to see.
Think about it, in the cross … we see a world of our own suffering as it is churning grief in God’s own heart. His response is bold. He yields a suffering love in return. A journey through the “whaaaaat?” places brings me to feel the crush of the cross … it is to be shocked again and again by the depth and the mystery of God’s own wild compassion, whereby we are raised from the dead from our crushed place.
Victory is coming.
He is working.
When God is for you, who can be against you? (Rom 8:31)
No, not one.
Embrace His mysteries with full confidence.