All the Comforts of This Life

In accordance with his sovereign will, the circumstances of my life are set along a route with the goal of his glory in view. But they are mere wisps and shadows of this world. If I am claimed by Christ’s blood, they are not my life. Jesus in me is life, eternal life. The circumstances are really inconsequential.

And I, almost-58-year-old me with all my baggage and experiences and stumbles and failures and memories and gifts and skills and wisdom-gained-through-affliction-and-hurt and compassion-grown-through-seeing-others-through-my-own-mistakes and faith-growing-like-a-mustard-seed, am the one he has prepared for the journey, this particular journey, because this is the one that will reflect Jesus. None other is suited to me. No one else’s is matched to how he has tilled the soil of my heart or how he nurtures the seed of faith in my soul or how he plans to shine through in love and truth.

I Am Whom God Has Intended

There is comfort in knowing that I don’t have to struggle against my circumstances. More than real relief, this is a realization that warms my heart and satisfies my soul. It is a comfort greater than anything this world can provide, because it is linked to the great and eternal promises of Scripture. The flowers fade, the grass withers, but this truth will endure beyond the boundaries and limitations of this life. Jesus in me is everlasting. No matter what the circumstances may be that I face here.