When they fall apart, I fall apart.
Because they’re failing me. They’re discouraging me. They aren’t giving me a sense of achievement, fulfillment, satisfaction.
Somewhere along the way I forgot why I have this life, anyway… why I hold these hopes, scribble these plans, fight for these dreams.
Do I live to make me happy?
Not in essence.
I live for the praise of the glory of my Lord…
The only One worthy of the throne of heaven and the throne of my heart.
The Lover of my soul.
The One who died for me.
The One who lives for me.
The One who set me on this course to run it with joy…
Joy that comes only from Him.
“Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
Plans fall apart. Life hurts. The world is cruel. Life doesn’t make sense.
But He is good.
Oh, He is good.
And how can I look back on a past of mountains moved, seas parted, ashes exchanged for beauty and still doubt in the midst of these storms?
He always came through for me.
He always will.
But if not…
If His way of coming through looks much different than I’d hoped…
He is still good.
He is worthy of my praise.