The storms of life
Sometimes it feels like things are getting harder, the storms coming closer together.
Life can’t be lived without loss.
And yet, when the anxiety within me quiets enough, I hear His voice.
“It’s all right. I have you. You’re going to be all right.”
Doubt and fear keep pushing to the surface, and again, He speaks:
“I know how your story ends; it ends with me. You’re all right. Those you love are all right.”
And I remember His story. I remember His doubt.
I remember His strength, His faith, even as His life ebbed…
“Father, into Your hands I entrust my spirit.“
Even the Roman centurion on duty, who must have witnessed hundreds of crucifixions, seen countless men die, knew He was different.
“Surely this man was the Son of God.“
I remember how His story ended.
Yes, there was pain. There was betrayal and shame.
There was anguish. There was death. There were tears.
But that’s not how His story ended.
His story ended with Easter.
It’s all right.
He has me. He has those I love.
I know how our story ends: with Him.
We’re all right.