In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.
Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
If being noticed, appreciated, and recognized is the motivation behind anything we do, we are headed down the wrong path, subtly stealing glory and seeking praise that belongs to our King alone.
He is my comfort. He is my security. He is my identity. He is my hope.
He is my power. He is the One carrying me.
He is what causes my heart to reach out when I just want to hide.
He is the reason the hard things are worth it…the reason my exhaustion and weariness are all worth it.
He is the One who is my rest and relief…waiting for me and pursuing me…every time I fail.
This is why I love him. This is why I love his people. This is why I love the gospel.
This is why I don’t want to grieve him in my sin. This is why I strive to obey.
This is why when I fail in that striving, that I can get back up and keep pressing on.
This is why the cross is so precious to me.
Because Jesus is my prize. And because he alone is my righteousness.
This is what makes the christian life worth it.
Knowing the King of all creation, the Holy One, in all of his majesty and power, in all of his goodness…who is MY Father…and who has chosen ME as his child…
who has patiently and mercifully loved me in my weakness…and who sacrificed his Son for me…
and who tells me it delights him to call me his own…
makes everything I am going through, worth it.
In the beginning, God created and here in the middle He hasn’t stopped. He keeps taking this same soul earth, turning it over and over again, making something from what feels like nothing.
The pessimists say life is hard and won’t get better. The optimists say life is good or will be soon.
But the believers say our hope is in Jesus whether life is hard or life is good, releasing the right to predict the future, holding on to God who comes to be with us now.
And our hope comes as we trust that the God who created in the beginning hasn’t stopped creating yet. Even if that hope is only as sure as a floating kite string.