Wednesday, November 25, 2015

How will He not also?

"Thanks is what builds trust.

Can God be counted on? Count blessings and find out how many of his bridges have already held. Had I not trusted because I had not counted?

I glance back in the mirror to the concrete bridge, the one I've boldly driven straight across without second thought and I see truth reflecting back at me: Every time that fear freezes and worry writhes, every time I surrender to stress, aren't I advertising the unreliability of God? But if I'm grateful to the Bridge Builder for the crossing of a million strong bridges, thankful for a million faithful moments, my life speaks my beliefs and I trust Him again." -Ann Voskamp

It's almost Thanksgiving! And I have barely written any blogs since I moved across country! How could that be?! How many exclamation points can I use?! I can't catch you up completely now. I don't know what I need to say or not say. I am still trying to catch myself up, too.

I'm realizing life is still as wacky and wild and beautiful and challenging here as it always has been; that it is still the same life and I am still me wherever I am, but I like the way it looks from this angle. It seemed scary at first, so many things that are hard to describe here. That's why writing about change is hard, it's confusing and too vague. You might as well insert your own version of it, whether you've had to move one zip code or ten, it's still change. No one is exempt from it.

In the midst of change, there are tons of new adventures, and if you're me, also lots of tears when you're adjusting and missing friends, too. There's the both/and of growing to love a place and wondering how it will ever become home. Ironically, I think these two things maybe happen side by side and finally, finally, I've started to not get lost everywhere I go and am forging my own path.

In some ways, this move has been the easiest, smoothest move I could ever imagine. In some ways, I have felt like an outsider trying to find my way in, but that is getting better. I think I should immediately fall in love with a place, but things like this usually become sweet from an acquired taste, which is typically better anyway.

A lot of people know Ann's book about counting blessings, joys, and her lyrical way of finding gratitude and giving thanks to God for EVERYTHING.

Tonight, I turned back to 1000 Gifts and straight into the chapter that always haunts me, because I know it's the part I need to hear again and again.

how will he not also?

Basically, it says, He gave us Jesus! The best gift of all. All we need. For life.

So then. If this is all we know, is our life not full? Is He not enough? That truth always convicts me. Because really, really, even when we are going through change, or just in any moment, every moment, we are safe in Christ.

And yet. He wants to give us many good gifts.
He is working all things for good!
He loves us!

All the things. All the things that shock me when I finally trust because I am reminded that life IS good, even amidst difficulties and realities. God is good and there is so much to give thanks for.

how will he not also?

He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? (Romans 8:32)

Let us trust together, friends. Love to you on your way...