Without
Today is a day of loss. A day of withoutness. Chops gone, and other things that might have been, but are not. It’s a sobering feeling.
But, almost inexplicably, God fills that void with a love that suggests that he’s been waiting the entire time, waiting for me to turn to him. That perhaps he orchestrated this morning to get my attention, to draw me closer to him and away from the things that distract and so easily entangle.
I do wish it didn’t have to come to this to avoid the unpleasantness of momentary sorrow, but the eternal and unrelenting love that blossoms out of its ashes far surpass the costs.
Thanks be to God, who teaches me new things every day, and who loves me more than I understand and far more than I could ever deserve
