Life is hard. It doesn’t matter how much we try to make things just right. To create and carefully craft a living that is always safe. To find permanent refuge without difficult choices. I know, I have tried all of this in vain.
Sometimes life feels perfect, and we are stunned with the beauty of it. Gratitude becomes the core of our being. This is the way I’d prefer to stay. Maybe. If that were the case, would my faith ever be tested? Would I be able to develop the strength to lean into the storms with confidence of surviving?
My hope is not in this life. My safety, nor yours, lies in the comforts of home. Our family is going to enter another season of challenge. One perspective shines brightly with the delight of possibility. The other, the more natural one, edges my soul with fear. The “what ifs” want to creep in and destroy the peace. Having weathered storms reminds me that God has never let us down. Never. I look back with reflection, gathering the bits and pieces of wisdom gleaned from the harvest of challenge.
We have a choice. Cowardice or courage. God is the provider of courage, He is not the author of fear. We will press into His comfort, and press on in the storms. Faith is the navigation for life. The sure thing as life batters against us.
Isaiah 41:13 For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.