Never Alone

That sinking feeling when you don’t know who to turn to or where to go. I hate that. It always seems to sneak up on me when Luke is traveling and I’m home all alone. As much as I love my pets, they just don’t quite fill that void of having someone in the house with me.

I’m the kind of person who will reprocess every single decision I have made in life and come up with a hundred reasons why all of those decisions were wrong. I can come up with things I could have done better, things I shouldn't have done, things I should have done, things that really make no difference at all. 

Ultimately, I know this is a waste of time and yet somehow it consistently seems to happen.

What do you do in that place of loneliness and despair? Where do you turn? I’m pretty good at throwing myself a pity party and making myself out to be the victim. I can sit in my sorrow for weeks… months…maybe even years…and wait for someone to come and rescue me.

I wait for someone to come and scoop me up out of a messy place. A place that I hate being and yet somehow continuously get myself into. It’s not the responsibility of someone else to get me out of that place. That one’s on me. Every time.

Lucky for me, I serve a God who never leaves me. I’m always welcomed with open arms. Forgiving arms. Arms full of grace for my sins. I wish that somehow I could wrap my mind around how big and gracious our God really is. I’m astounded when I even begin thinking about that. God never leaves us to walk alone in anything. We aren't alone in the perfect times, the messy times, and the sinful times; we aren't alone in anything. 

God is faithful.