What do we do when confusion sets in and we don’t know which way is up? When we are gasping for air and feel like we are going to combust? Who do we turn to? Who do we believe? Do we listen to the words of man or to the words that God speaks to our heart. Do we tremble in fear or stay steadfast in the face of the storm? Do we choose to dance in his grace or join the melancholy anguish of those around us?
Those are the questions that I’ve been pondering lately and that lay anchored to my soul. I have entered a season of questioning, grieving and stress. But in spite of all of this I have found moments of peace, love and even joy. I have no doubt that all of these emotions are a gift from heaven. How could they be not? There is no question. Why then, do I feel guilt? Guilt for having a joyful heart, as the world crumbles around me. Guilt does not come from the Lord. It is a poison for our soul and only comes from one place. Having joy in times of adversity is something that makes the enemy quake in his loins. He knows that people are watching around us and he wants us to curse His name and show our angst against the Lord. So I choose joy. I choose to dance in the thunder and lighting. I choose to listen to his words. I choose HIM. I choose to walk through the flames of disaster and let HIM put them out and cover me in shelter with his wings of golden feathers.
Mama, I know He has you. I know He will protect you. I know He will get us through this. I know He has a plan. I know He loves us and will not forsake us. I know because he is who he says he is and he’s the God of promises and hope.