It is easy now, especially now, to be surrounded by opinions and conflict and impending doom. I have to be careful what I intake lest I am saturated with all the dread and stress of the world. Sometimes it is exhausting trying to discern what is accurate.
It feels like the unending spring rains of Evansville, Indiana. At least it feels like they can be unending. Our first year here I bought everyone a pair of rain boots because it seemed like it was always raining.
The ground was often squishy. There were always puddles to navigate on the sidewalks and in parking lots. There were often flooded streets because the rain came so hard and fast the sewer system could not keep up.
Today, I am thankful for the sunshine. I love the sunshine-y days; the ones when I need to pull out my sunglasses to navigate the bright world. I am thankful that God’s Word cuts through the darkness and gives me light. Meditating on a passage of God’s Word can be a great way to have an inflow of Truth and Light!
What is one of your favorite verses? I find new favorites all the time. I am thankful God sent His Word to me and it is always relevant and always just what I need!
It’s been raining here in southern Indiana since Thursday.
Sometimes it is a light rain and sometimes it is pelting and intense, but it
has been pretty regular for days. It always feels right to me when there is
rain during this part of Holy Week. It symbolizes the tears and anguish during
the actual week as the events unfolded.
It also represents my own tears:
For the things I have done.
For the things I have left undone.
For the times I intentionally caused pain to others because of my own pain.
For the loss.
For the shame.
For the grief.
For the profound sadness.
The wounds and scars of Jesus remind me of my own, at times.
Of course, He endured His for me, for all of us. He had no sin but was sin for
us. My wounds and scars are just as real, but some were caused by my own sin in
addition to the injury caused by others. Jesus takes on sin that isn’t His. He wipes those tears and takes my guilt and
shame as His own. His wounds are Holy and allow me to stand in front of the Holiest.
And then the tears fall again:
For the forgiveness.
For the relief.
For the thankfulness.
For the love.
For the saving grace.
All the tears for all the reasons.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” [Hebrews 12:1-3, NIV]
May you fix your eyes on Jesus — Sunday is coming!