The only words that fill my mind mind are…
But God.
Down and out, but God…
Lost and finished, but God…
Hopeless and ungrateful, but God…
How he has taken the glutton and caused her to thirst.
How he has taken the lonely and given her love.
How he has taken the lost and gently swept her on to a path.
But God. But
God. But God.
Even if you think your sentence is over, hang on, for
there is a conjunction on its way, rolling out the red carpet for Yahweh.
Yahweh-Jireh. Yahweh-Rapha. Yahweh–Nissi.
Yahweh-Mekoddishkem. Yahweh-Shalom. Yahweh-Raah.
I wish I knew the Greek for Yahweh-Game Changer.
Because that’s what He does, that’s Who He is. As long as you’re still breathing, you are
never too gone for God to reach out to you.
Even when you pull away from Him, He remains. For you.
Not far from you.
Grateful for a faithful God who remains faithful when we
are faithless. Who plants seeds even
when we are fruitless. Who offers mercy
when we are far past forgiveness. Who
offers second chance, after second chance, after second chance.
