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He Is Faithful

Fridays with Susan...

See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon 2:11,12

Remember a couple of Fridays back when I transported you to a beach on Lake Michigan at 2:30 in the morning?  I told you how I had no outward evidence, yet I knew somehow that something had changed.  In that dark night of my soul, I had crossed a great divide.

Well, I can't say anymore that there is no evidence.  It's been pouring in from every direction these last ten days.  As far at the seasons of my life go, spring has surely sprung.

It's hard to wait the winter out and put your trust blindly in God.  It seems - at least in my life - that he lets things get bad enough that there is nothing, absolutely nothing left which can be done to fix it or to change things.  He waits until there is nowhere to turn, but to Him, nothing to do, but give it up to him.  And wait.

This all sounds so cliche-like, sitting here now.  But it's true.  He is a God who is intimately involved in the details of our lives and weaves it all together with ridiculously incredible skill, into the tapestry of our lives.  Uncannily, it is the dark threads which bring definition to the unfolding picture.  It never ceases to amaze me that he is a God who is so intimately involved in the not-so-important-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things-but-oh-so-important-to-self-referential-us details of our lives.

I just want to say tonight once more how completely trustworthy he is.  I gave him broken pieces on that beach on Lake Michigan two weeks ago.  I poured out my raw fear and utter confoundedness at His precious, wounded feet.  In turn, He is revealing a masterpiece of the broken pieces I put in his hands that night.  A mosaic is forming, clarity returns, and suddenly it all makes sense.

It's funny how it works.  You'd think when our lives go off the rails for periods of time like that it would chip away at our faith.  But casting our lot with him, when the going gets really, really tough truly has the opposite effect. My faith is stronger than ever right now - in a God who is faithful beyond belief and ridiculously skilful at turning whatever it is we entrust to him into something that only further reflects to us what an awesome God he is..

"For we know he causes all things to work together for good to them that love him and are called according to His purpose"  Romans 8:28

We can rely on those words.  We can bet the family farm on them...  He is faithful and true.


Belinda said…
I agree. If I had a family farm and if I was a betting woman, I would bet it on God. He is Faithful and True. Amen! :)

What inspiration and encouragement this morning. Praise God.
Marilyn Yocum said…
Amen and amen!

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