Life has been tough lately. Tough enough to need an extra pair of these:
Seems like my (mostly) smooth driving through life has been hit by a series of boggy stretches of road and churned up byways that have left my windshield mud splattered and rearview mirrors smudged.
Times like this, sometimes God can be hard to see, if I'm being very honest.
Sometimes there are no answers. But there is God. Surprisingly, he is enough.
I don't do waiting very well. Anyone?? Even when trying to sleep I'm more like this:
Credit: Facebook :P
But God.He doesn't leave us in our mess. He doesn't leave us alone. He doesn't leave us. He will never leave me. Or you.
Want to know why?
“This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him. John 3:16-18The Message (MSG)
God loves you.
Take your gaze off the dirty windshield and look closer. Perhaps you'll see that God is sitting right next to you just waiting for your attention. :)
Hi! My name is Lucy Thompson. I’m a stay-at-home mum to five precocious children and wife to the ultra-handy Dave by day and a snoop by night, stalking interesting characters through historical settings, and writing about their exploits.
I enjoy meeting new people from all over the world and learning about the craft of writing. When I can be separated from my laptop, I’m a professional time-waster on Facebook (really!), a slave to the towering stack of books on my bedside table, or can be found hanging out with my five children.My home is in central Queensland, Australia where I do not ride a kangaroo to the shops, mainly because my children won’t fit