Some days it all makes sense.
Others….nothing seems to quite fit together smoothly.
Some days we feel productive…..like we've made a good dent in our work pile.
Others…our wheels spin until the tires are bald and we end up farther behind then when we started.
Some days we can be sure we fulfilled a specific purpose…made a difference that counts somewhere in this great big world.
Others…not only can't we do anything seemingly worthwhile, but we aren't really even needed.
Some days we know we are heading down the particular path that God specifically chose for us.
Others…we are floundering in the middle of a maze and are fairly certain that there are NO ways out.
Some days God feels close.
Others…doubt and loneliness are all that surround us.
Some days we have the strength to rally and keep on fighting.
Others….we can barely make it to a soft landing spot before we lie down and curl up into a sad little ball.
Some days last 24 hours….others seem to drag on for weeks.
But thankfully…..just as the sun always rises,
It also always sets.
Seasons always end.
Days aways begin.
Night always falls.
Spring always follows winter.
In his steady unchanging way,
Is always there.
He knows what kind of day we are having….and He knows what kind of day we need.
And a bruised reed He will not break,
And a smoking flax He will not quench.
He is close to the brokenhearted;
He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.
At the end of each day comes a time for rest.
God has given us a promise will enter into His rest, (Hebrews 4)
And that time always comes.
Sure as the day follows the night,
Sure as the rivers flow to the ocean,
Sure as kids sleep through alarms on school days and wake up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays….
God stays near.
We can receive His strength and rest.
And He is always willing to and ready to give it…
As long as we ask.