Let this song wash over you. Storms will come, mountains of impossibility will rise up in front of you … even still, it is well with my soul.
I can make no sense of the recent tornado that ravaged our region. I can make no sense of this picture of a 23-year old girl and her 18-month old child (Way too close to home – we have a 23-year old daughter with an 18-month old child whose house was hit by the storm) looking at this girl’s destroyed home knowing she just lost her husband…
How can we make sense of it? We want to shout, “Meaningless!” Those seemingly meaningless events are going to happen to you. Even though they will come, it is well with my soul. Say that to yourself. PREACH it over you and your home. Remind yourself that while each day has enough trouble of its own, HIS mercies are new every morning.
They are. Truly. But, you’ve got to look for them. Craziness is coming at you today. This world is frenzied in its pace. Faster isn’t fast enough. You’ve got to move even faster than you are just to keep up. The world’s goal and the enemies is to convince you that you MUST keep up or you’ll be left behind.
It’s a lie.
Your soul is not meant to run at the pace you’re running. It’s insanity. So, you’ve got a choice to make. Will you step off the crazy train and reorient your soul to the Father? Perhaps your only chance today will be in your car for 7-8 minutes between meetings or on the way to the soccer field or on your drive home to stop, rest, disconnect from the madness and connect to the Vine that feeds your branch.
IT IS WELL. Play that song today. Let it wash over you. Be healed. Be restored.
Challenge – starting today, if you have a journal, put a page in there entitled, “Today’s mercies” and write down when a mercy comes your way. If you don’t have a journal, pull out notepad and use that! Mercies? It can be a compliment, the laughter of a child, the sunset tonight, a break in a tense situation, a turn in the environment at work or home, the chance to pickup limbs at a neighbors house. Find the mercies God gives you. WRITE THEM DOWN.
Next week, I’ll ask you to share the mercies the Father poured out on you in the midst of your storm.
Deep Roots. Mighty Oaks. 