I wrote this almost exactly two months ago. I didn’t post it at the time – I just had this feeling that it wasn’t the right time. That rarely happens – I usually write knowing full well that I intend to post what I’m writing. If it is possible for these words to be even truer now than they were then, they are. And they are absolutely more necessary. He is so good to go before us.
It would be really easy to tell yourself right now that you’ve failed.
You’d be wrong.
Sure, you may have stumbled along the way, but you kept moving. And when the time came to turn a corner, you were brave. You took the hard left. You didn’t want to at first, and you could’ve at least delayed some of this pain by staying put. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned on this journey, beloved, it’s that there’s a spacious place right around that corner. There’s healing for that hurt. There’s Truth for those lies.
You tried to do this well and honestly, and you tried to believe the best, and yes, now you’ve seen the worst, and it has wounded you. It has threatened to send you staggering with regret and pain and anger, but here you are, still standing and with a measure of peace in your heart. Because He will not suffer your foot to be moved.
He that keeps you does not sleep for watching over you.
Dear one, you turned that scary corner and He is your guard by night and by day and you can believe the best about Him because every last word of it is true.
He is faithful and kind and loving and honest and He is in earnest when He says He adores you. He is near and He is accessible and He is longing for you to come near.
And He can be trusted.
So wrap up safe in those arms that don’t fail and rest in the knowing – He can be trusted.
Rejoice in the fact that your enemy has not been allowed to be victorious. Revel in the knowledge that your Father has been sending steady-stream comfort.
Rest in the knowing – He can be trusted.
Silence the lies and feast on Truth: you are wholly and dearly loved, you are chosen, you are destined for something beautiful, you are safe, you are His.
You are His.
Is there any truth more wonderful? Any pain that dares surpass the soul-deep comfort of uttering those three little words?
You are His.
And He can be trusted.