This is the post I didn’t want to write. To say that our life is not what we planned. Again. For the I-don’t-know-how-many-times in the past couple of years.
You see, that wonderful job I was so very excited about fell through. The details of the story are personal and painful, and not really a match for the medium of a blog. So I’ll simply add that we are just fine, and exceedingly grateful for our home church, a place to land, be known, and rest as we regroup.
This weekend at that church we sang Shout to the Lord, of late 90’s acclaim. Thing is, those lyrics ain’t half bad. And I got caught on ‘nothing compares to the promise I have in you.’
Most of the time when I sang that lyric the ‘nothing’ referred to money, power, prestige, comfort. The things you can make your life about in this world that, while perfectly fine, will not be as reliable as the grace and love of God.
This weekend the ‘nothing’ felt a bit different. I had this sense that nothing, not loss nor pain, not confusion nor grief, not stress nor, dare I say, living in your parents home indefinitely compares to the greatness of God. However low this moment, it’s lowness is out shown immeasurably by the wonderful love of Christ.
My present does not compare to God’s promise.
Nothing compares to the promise I have in the person of Jesus. Amen.