“He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death and broke their chains into pieces.” Psalm 107:14
As I find myself at the end of another difficult decision this afternoon, it appears we are in one of those seasons that just won’t let up. Any sort of clarity as to the why, remains deficient. While the turmoil surrounding the camp can be addressed in sections, the bondage I allow to permeate the inside, cannot. The road remains narrow and a bit on the parched side, and whether the decision of the day yields a yes or a no, loneliness will be the only emotion that wins.
Praise God despite my fallen attributes, He does not judge me through the same lens of the world. In the moments of being a blessing, a stumbling block or somewhere lukewarm in between, His love triumphs over death and its sting, and the lies buried within. His goodness continues to ensure blessings in far greater numbers than I deserve, have room for or could ever possibly need. In the demise of the dark on a solemn Sunday night, the sweetest reminder this famished soul could ever possibly hear is, “it is finished.”
