The Promise

There are some days when I’m just tired. Days when I feel like I can’t even sit down because I have somewhere else to be, something else to do and someone else I needed to be with. My mind won’t stay still, but is constantly flipping through mental lists of things I need to take care of. I’m not present, but hours in the future doing things that need to be finished. At the end of the day, I don’t even remember what happened. It’s a blur. I feel very small in a huge world. Very simple in an incredibly complicated place.

It’s moments like these when I become extremely aware of the beauty of the Gospel. I become overwhelmed by God’s grace. It’s in these moments of chaos that I realize my brokenness, my humanity, and my need for something so much greater than I.  I become aware of the things that are keeping me going, the hope I have that keeps me standing and the purpose I’ve been given that keeps me moving forward.  And usually, when I’m in the midst of the noise and the stress and the mess that threatens my sanity, I suddenly feel a peace that I know can only be found through Jesus. A still, gentle reminder that I don’t belong in this sad world, but that Home is waiting for me. I’m reminded of my physical need for Him and the fulfillment of the promise that He will never leave me or forsake me.  With Christmas so close, I think of the promise of Emmanuel: God WITH us. With us in the big moments and the small, in times of uncertainty and doubt, laughter and tears, always with us.  We are never alone in the chaos of life, but held securely in the hand of the Father. It is these precious things that I hold onto when life becomes confusing and overwhelming.

 “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” John 14:27