For my friend

I'm home today, and reflecting on the events of the past few days, some here, some abroad and in the midst of the messes we find ourselves I needed to remind not just my friend, but myself of the hope that is within me.

I went home this weekend and spent some time with people I love SO MUCH. People that are hurting more than I can possibly imagine. I hurt with them and for them and always want to make the pain go away. It's human, I think, we don't like to hurt and we don't like the people we love to hurt. But God teaches us so much about Him, in the middle of the hurt, because He knows that's when our hearts are most sensitive to hear His calling. So, I'm thankful God loves me and my dear ones enough to let us hurt, and for the understanding that His way is so much better than mine.

It's incomprehensible how God works. It's incomprehensible how much He loves us. It's incomprehensible how much we don't deserve it. It's incomprehensible why He'd choose to make a way for us, in our depravity. It's incomprehensible the way He sychronizes our lives to work perfectly in unison to glorify Him. It's incomprehensible, that when I'm discouraged and disappointed and downtroden that He'd let me see even a hint of what He can do, as my weak faith falters and flails.

But He has,He is and He will because He's incomprensible, in every way. He's our shield, our defender, our strong tower, our peace, our lover, our helper, our redeamer and most importantly He's our hope. There is hope, the truth says so.