Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Decluttering Chronicles: The Refrigerator & Pantry Edition (aka: A Fresh Start—Literally)

 

Well, friends, the great decluttering journey marches on! After conquering closets, drawers, and the mysterious black hole under the bathroom sink, I have now stormed the gates of my refrigerator and pantry. Let me tell you, it’s been quite the adventure.

I took a long, hard look at what was lurking in there and made a new rule: if the ingredient list reads like a chemistry exam or the item contributes nothing nutritionally, out it goes. After several rounds of tossing and donating, I realized… there’s hardly anything left. I’m starting from scratch!

This feels oddly familiar—because the last time I decluttered to this level of severity was in 2010, when we moved from Arizona to Tennessee. I still remember parting (finally!) with a jar of beets that I had lovingly—and irrationally—held onto for decades. That jar came from the very first grocery shopping trip Jerry and I made together as newlyweds, back in 1978 at Churchill’s in Toledo, OH. Yes, folks. I kept a jar of beets for over thirty years. If that doesn’t define sentimental snacking, I don’t know what does.

And let’s talk about that pantry: it’s no longer a graveyard of forgotten boxes and bags. Now, it’s a sight to behold—rows of labeled Ball jars filled with wholesome goodness: flours, sugars, grains, dried fruits, beans, seeds. Everything tidy, visible, and ready for healthy, intentional cooking. Opening that pantry feels like stepping into my own little general store, and I love it.

Now, with a fridge and pantry wiped clean of mystery items and ancient memories, I’m embracing the fresh life. And when I say fresh, I mean everything—sauces, dressings, snacks. It’s like I’ve gone from “convenience queen” to “farmhouse chic” overnight (minus the chickens).

Enter: the Snackle Boxes. (Walmart, $9.99) (because the only thing I’m hoarding now is nutrition.) One lives in the fridge, one in the pantry. They’re filled with high-nutrition, no-regret snacks that I rotate out weekly. If it’s not in the snackle box, it doesn’t get snacked on. These little boxes have been an absolute game changer, keeping me honest and my fingers out of the proverbial cookie jar.

And let’s talk refrigerators: can we all agree they weren’t designed with healthy eating in mind? All those drawers and hidey-holes are perfect for concealing ancient condiments, forgotten leftovers, and (apparently) jars of historic beets. But not anymore. I’ve reclaimed that space, and now it’s bursting with color, whole foods, and a fresh sense of purpose.

Here's to decluttering, not just our homes, but our habits. To starting fresh, one snackle box (and Ball Jar at a time, and to creating spaces that nourish us inside and out.  And to that jar of beets- thank you for the memories.  

 






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, June 7, 2025

When Love Is Met With Silence: The Rise of Family Estrangement and the Battle for the Heart of the Home

 

 

My Estranged Father Just Died and My ...

 

A Quiet Grief Few Talk About

 

Some wounds bleed on the inside—silent, invisible, and excruciating. There is a heartbreak uniquely sharp and bewildering that comes when your own child stops answering the phone, replying to texts, or showing up for holidays. When love is met not with conflict, but with complete silence.

 

What used to be unthinkable—family estrangement—has become strangely common. And not only common, but, in some circles, celebrated. Where once people whispered about broken families with shame, today the severing of family ties is often framed as a bold and empowering act.

 

But beneath the buzzwords and self-help slogans lies an epidemic of grief that many parents and grandparents are carrying alone.

 

The New Face of Estrangement

 

In this cultural moment, estrangement is no longer limited to extreme cases involving abuse or toxicity. More and more, it’s happening to loving—but imperfect—parents who gave their lives to raise children the best they knew how. And one day, without warning, they are cut off.

Research reflects what many of us have seen firsthand:

  • Nearly 26% of adult children are estranged from their fathers, and about 6% from their mothers.
  • At least one in four Americans will experience a rupture in their relationship with a parent during young adulthood.
  • In the majority of cases, it is the child who initiates the estrangement, often leaving the parent confused and heartbroken.

 

One day the conversations stop. The birthday cards come back unopened. Holidays are hollow. And if communication resumes at all, it’s sometimes in the form of a list of offenses the parent didn’t know had been committed.

 

When “Self-Care” Means Cutting Ties

 

We live in an era of rising individualism, where personal happiness is the highest good and discomfort is treated as trauma. Many are told that anyone who challenges their sense of well-being—anyone who disagrees, who fails to perfectly affirm, who brings up difficult truths—is “toxic.”

 

This worldview has seeped into how we view family.

 

Therapy-speak and social media affirmations often encourage disconnection over reconciliation. Books with titles featuring the word “toxic” abound. TikTok therapists and influencers promote estrangement as an act of self-love.

 

And so, boundaries once healthy are reframed as harm. Differences become danger. Parents—who once gave tirelessly—are dismissed as narcissistic, controlling, or irrelevant. Many are tossed aside like disposable paper towels.

 

It is rebellion wrapped in respectable language. Pride disguised as empowerment. It is spiritual deception in a shiny, socially acceptable package.

 

The Language of Disconnection: “Dis” Words and the Enemy’s Schemes

 

Look at the language we’re using, and you’ll notice a pattern—the language of “dis.”

  • Discord
  • Disagreement
  • Dispute
  • Dissension
  • Dissidence
  • Dissociation
  • Disunion
  • Disruption
  • Discouragement
  • Disunity
  • Distraction
  • Disappointment
  • Disillusionment
  • Disjunction
  • Disobedience
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These are not random. They are symptoms of a deeper spiritual sickness. The enemy of our souls has always sought to divide what God has united. He sowed discord in Eden and hasn’t stopped since. He is after our homes, our families, our generations.

 

The Bible is clear: “In the last days, people will be lovers of themselves… disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection.” (2 Timothy 3:1-3)

This isn’t just a cultural shift. It’s a spiritual battle.

 

A Word to Adult Children: Where Healing Begins

 

If you're an adult child who feels the pain of your upbringing or the weight of unresolved emotions, I see you. You’re not wrong to want boundaries. You’re not wrong to seek healing. But the world will not tell you the whole truth: your healing won’t come from cutting people off—it will come from Christ.

 

You are not what your pain says you are.
You are not your parents’ mistakes.
You are not defined by rejection, perfectionism, or unmet expectations.
You are not broken beyond repair.

You are who God says you are.

“You are fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:14)
“You are chosen, holy, and dearly loved.” (Colossians 3:12)
“You are a new creation in Christ.” (2 Corinthians 5:17)
“You are a child of God.” (John 1:12)

 

Before you reframe your memories or rewrite your story through a cultural lens, pause and sit with the Author of your soul. Bring your hurt to Him. Ask Him to shine light on your past, your present, and your patterns. Ask Him to reveal the truth—not the internet’s truth, but His.

And if the voice you’re following makes you feel justified in bitterness but leads you away from mercy, away from reconciliation, away from love… consider whether it’s the Holy Spirit or something darker whispering in your ear.

 

There is healing available. There is peace possible. But it comes not through disconnection, but through divine restoration.

 

A Word to the Parent or Grandparent Left Behind

 

If you’re walking this painful path, hear this:
You are not alone. You are not a failure.

The enemy is after families, and one of his most effective tools is disconnection. But you are still needed. You still matter. You still have something sacred to give—your love, your presence, your wisdom, your prayers.

 

Not perfection. But presence. Not flawlessness. But faithfulness.

 

What Can We Do?

  1. Stay rooted in truth. Keep your heart anchored in Scripture, not social media.
  2. Put on the armor of God. (Ephesians 6) This is not just emotional—it’s spiritual.
  3. Tell your story. With grace. With humility. But with truth.
  4. Refuse bitterness. Let the ache break your heart open, not harden it.
  5. Keep praying. You never know when the prodigal might round the corner.

 

The world says people never change.

But God.

 

He specializes in resurrection stories. He brings beauty from ashes. He is still the God who restores.

 

Estrangement is real. But so is redemption. If your family is in pieces, know that the Father of all creation sees, weeps with you, and is not finished. Don’t give up on reconciliation, no matter how far off it feels. The road home is long, but it’s still there.

 

And the porch light is still on.

 

Perhaps there are still aching corners of your heart—places tender with questions, bruised by waiting—where you’ve wondered if true deliverance will ever arrive. You’ve cried out to God. You’ve done the soul work. You’ve leaned in, asking Him to reveal His truth and shine His light into your darkness. And still, healing feels just out of reach.

One of the verses I cling to is Ezekiel 36:26, where God whispers a promise: “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

Don’t miss the beauty of those words: “I will give.”

It’s as if the Lord is gently saying, “My beloved, no matter how strong your will, how faithful your efforts, healing is not something you will craft with your own hands. It is not earned by striving or unlocked by sheer endurance. Healing is a gift—my gift—and it is forged in the tender space of relationship with Me. This will not come from within yourself alone, but from the deep well of my grace. I, the Lord your God, will do it. And when it comes, you will know—not just in theory, but in the marrow of your being—that I am the One who loves you, restores you, and makes you whole.”

Listen to Him, He knows what He's talking about. 

 

For Adult Children Seeking Identity, Healing, and Clarity

1. Psalm 139:1–3,13–14


"You have searched me, Lord, and you know me… For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb… I am fearfully and wonderfully made."
Prayer: Lord, help me see myself the way You see me—not through my pain or confusion, but through Your design and love. Heal the places in me that feel wounded or forgotten.

2. Romans 12:2


"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind."
Prayer: God, renew my thoughts. Help me discern Your truth from cultural noise. Teach me what real healing looks like.

3. Colossians 3:12–14


"Therefore, as God’s chosen people… clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience… forgive as the Lord forgave you."
Prayer: Jesus, teach me how to forgive without excusing. Help me to walk in humility and love as I seek healing.

4. Isaiah 30:21


"Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’"
Prayer: Father, guide me. When I feel lost in my story, help me listen for Your voice above all others.

5. Ephesians 4:31–32


"Let all bitterness and wrath and anger… be put away from you… be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."
Prayer: Lord, soften my heart. Remove bitterness and replace it with compassion. Help me forgive and trust again, even in small ways.

 6. Psalm 51:10

"Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me."

 

 For Parents or Grandparents Praying for a Prodigal

1. Luke 15:20 (The Prodigal Son)

 
"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son…"
Prayer: Father, help me to be ready—full of compassion, not bitterness—when my child is “a long way off.” Help me keep watching and praying in love.

2. Galatians 6:9


"Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."
Prayer: God, strengthen me when hope grows thin. Help me keep loving and doing good, even in silence or pain.

3. Psalm 34:18


"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."
Prayer: Lord, draw near to me. You know the grief I carry. Bind up my heart, and let me feel Your nearness.

4. Romans 12:18


"If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone."
Prayer: Jesus, show me where peace is possible. Help me let go of control and trust You with the outcome.

5. Ephesians 6:12


"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers… the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Prayer: Lord, I know this is more than just misunderstanding. Protect my family from division and deception. Help me fight in prayer, not with people.

For Both Parents and Children Seeking Reconciliation

1. 2 Corinthians 5:18


"God… reconciled us to Himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation."
Prayer: God of reconciliation, begin Your work in me. Open the door for healing. Show me where to take the first step—or the next one.

2. James 1:19


"Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry."
Prayer: Teach me to listen more than I speak, Lord. Let Your Spirit filter my words and tone. Give me the courage to hear hard things in love.

3. Proverbs 3:5–6


"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding… and He will make your paths straight."
Prayer: Lord, I don’t always understand what’s happening. But I trust You. Make my path—and our family’s path—straight again.

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Restoring Creativity in Later Life: Inspiration from Classic Characters

HOW TO BE INNOVATIVE AND RESTORE YOUR CREATIVITY

 

There are two types of people in the world: those who read books or watch movies once, and those who enjoy them on repeat until practically memorizing the lines and script. I fall into the latter category and have watched my favorite films and read my favorite books more times than I can count on two hands. I have a go-to pick for most circumstances life brings my way—either to improve my mood or help me feel justified in it. My daily conversations are often interlaced with my favorite lines.

There’s something magical about revisiting those characters as you grow. Over time, they seem to evolve with you, offering fresh insight and helping you learn new life lessons on your journey through this life.

For many of us, creativity once flowed freely—through childhood sketches, journal pages, or spontaneous projects. But as the years pass and responsibilities grow, that spark can fade quietly into the background. Then one day, we feel it again: a stirring desire to make, express, and rediscover the parts of ourselves we tucked away.

One theme that I’m hooked on now is restoring creativity in later life. It’s a deeply personal and powerful journey. If you're finding your way back to creativity in later life, you're not alone—and you're in excellent company. Literature and film are filled with unforgettable characters who either reclaimed their creative voice or showed us how it’s never too late to begin again.

If you’re looking for some summer reading on the porch or beach—or movies to enjoy when it’s sweltering outside—consider these timeless characters. They remind us that our most expressive, imaginative years might still be ahead:

 

From the Pages of Classic Literature

Jo March – Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
We often remember Jo as the fiery young writer with ink-stained fingers and big dreams. But her later struggles with identity and purpose are equally profound. As life grows more complex, Jo shows us that creativity must evolve with us.
Lesson: Embrace reinvention. Your creativity may take new forms in different seasons.

Miss Jean Brodie – The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark
Miss Brodie lives boldly, colorfully, and with an unshakeable belief that one’s "prime" is self-defined. Her eccentric, artistic outlook on life reminds us to resist being boxed in by age or expectation.
Lesson: Creativity flourishes when we stop asking for permission.

Clarissa Dalloway – Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Clarissa navigates a single day with the weight of memory and emotion bubbling just beneath the surface. Though not an artist in the traditional sense, her internal world is rich and reflective.
Lesson: Creativity can live in introspection and quiet beauty.

Celie – The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Celie’s transformation through writing, sewing, and eventually owning her voice is a deeply powerful arc. Her story affirms that art can be both liberation and healing.
Lesson: Creativity can be a way of reclaiming power and joy.

 
From the Magic of Classic Films

Maude – Harold and Maude
At 79, Maude is the epitome of fearless creativity. She paints, steals cars, dances, and finds joy in the little things. Her zest for life is art in motion.
Lesson: Creativity isn’t something you do—it’s how you live.

Julia Child – Julie & Julia
Julia didn’t discover her passion for cooking until midlife, yet her influence became legendary. In her hands, food became performance, poetry, and play.
Lesson: It’s never too late to discover what lights you up inside.

Edna Turnblad – Hairspray
Initially withdrawn and self-conscious, Edna blossoms through dance, fashion, and newfound confidence. Her transformation is not just external—it’s deeply creative.
Lesson: Restoring creativity may start with restoring your boldness.

The Dowager Countess – Downton Abbey
While not an artist per se, her wit, strategic mind, and commanding presence are undeniably creative. She reminds us that sharp thinking and rich conversation are their own kind of artistry.
Lesson: Creativity wears many faces—humor, leadership, and insight included.

Restoring creativity in later life doesn’t mean going back to who you were. It means giving space to who you’re becoming. Whether it’s picking up a paintbrush, writing a memoir, planting a colorful garden, or learning to play again, your creative spark is still there.

Let these characters inspire you not to "start over," but to keep growing. After all, the second (or third or fourth) act is often the most beautifully written.

You are not too late. You are right on time.


Thursday, November 21, 2024

Gracious Gratitude

 

           


              

  JOSHUA DEAN WOODS | Perrysburg Messenger Journal

Today marks the date that spoke for the last time with two very special people, my mom and my nephew, Josh.  I learned of their passing in the wee hours of Thanksgiving, thirty years apart.

My beloved mom and my cherished nephew, are more alive now than ever—they just resides at a different address, separated by time and space. Moments like these defy any script; they were never meant to be part of the plan. The pain of great love is found in learning to let go.

Grief, hope, and joy are intertwined, a delicate tightrope we walk in search of balance. I’ve learned this deeply, especially in the quiet hours of Thanksgiving, a time now marked by profound loss and gracious gratitude.

Thirty two years ago, I said goodbye to my beloved mother, and two years ago, to my dear nephew, Josh. Back then, I wrestled with questions that challenged my faith: How can God be good if He allows such pain? Is this my fault? Can these hardships truly be gifts?

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 reminds us that there is a season for everything under the sun, and how we navigate each season matters. I’m learning to embrace this truth, though I may not like it. Life is a broken-heart factory, yet it is also brimming with His glory. It’s only by holding both truths—the pain and the beauty—that we can let go and find joy.

The only way to grow through grief without becoming bitter is to cultivate habits that keep your heart soft. Gratitude is one of those habits. Giving thanks even in the hardest moments is how we protect our hearts and find joy again. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday, though there were years when the feast felt more like a choice than a celebration.

Inside each of us is a hidden place where we bury our deepest tragedies. But in these darkest hours, I am learning profound truths: joy and hope can survive not because of our circumstances, but because of who God is.

  • God is faithful, renewing His love and compassion every morning (Lamentations 3:23).
  • God is a promise-keeper, always true to His Word (Psalm 145:13). His plans are eternally good, even if they look different from what we expect.
  • God is our provider, meeting every need—emotional, physical, spiritual—because that’s who He is (Philippians 4:19).
  • God is present, promising never to abandon us, even in life’s fiercest storms (Matthew 28:20).

The ultimate truth is that even amid life’s fiercest winds and waves, we can hold onto joy and hope because of who God is. This world, broken as it is, is not the end of the story.

We are born into a world marked by sin and mortality (Romans 5:12), our bodies fragile yet fearfully and wonderfully made. But the end is better than the beginning: a heavenly banquet with saints clothed in radiant robes, gathered around a table that stretches into eternity.

Before that day comes, though, there will be seasons of thorns and thistles, sweat and tears. There will also be moments of laughter, love, and grace. This chapter, no matter how dark, is not the final one. The Word, the Light, Love Himself, has already written the last line.

So, I will stay in His story, trusting that He can restore every broken heart. The next step on this tightrope of grief is always the same: walk forward with gratitude, eyes fixed on God.

And I look forward to the day when my mom and Josh can show me around his new home.

I was reminded of Sarah Edwards' poignant letter to her daughter, Esther, written after the passing of her husband, Jonathan Edwards.  It offers a profound glimpse into her faith and theology. It begins with these heartfelt words:

"My Very Dear Child,
What shall I say? A holy and good God has covered us with a dark cloud. O that we may kiss the rod, and lay our hands on our mouths! The Lord has done it. He has made me adore his goodness, that we had him so long. But my God lives; and he has my heart. O what a legacy my husband, and your father, has left us! We are all given to God, and there I am, and love to be.

Your ever affectionate mother,
Sarah Edwards.


The letter reflects Sarah's unwavering acknowledgment of God's holiness and goodness, even amid deep sorrow. Her words demonstrate a remarkable trust in God's sovereignty, as she accepts the "dark cloud" of her loss not with bitterness but with submission and gratitude. She does not begrudge God's will but embraces it, knowing that His purposes surpass human understanding.

"O that we may kiss the rod and lay our hands on our mouths"

This line, though unusual to modern readers, echoes several Biblical passages. It conveys a willingness to accept suffering as a form of God's discipline and mercy, inspired by verses like Psalm 119:71 ("It is good for me that I was afflicted, that I might learn your statutes") and Job 40:4-5 ("I lay my hand on my mouth"). Sarah exemplifies a faith that trusts God's plans, even when they are shrouded in mystery.

"The Lord has done it"

Much like Job's declaration, "The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord" (Job 1:21), Sarah acknowledges God's ultimate authority over life and death. She recognized that Jonathan's life was part of God's divine plan and rested in the assurance that nothing occurs outside His control.

"He has made me adore his goodness, that we had him so long"

In this phrase, Sarah models gratitude in the face of loss. Rather than dwelling on her grief, she expresses thankfulness for the years she had with her husband. Her heart posture reflects the spirit of 1 Thessalonians 5:18: "Give thanks in all circumstances." This attitude is a striking reminder of the importance of focusing on God's blessings, even amid trials.

"But my God lives, and he has my heart"

 God had Sarah’s heart. Her full submission to God as her heavenly father circumvented any major crisis of faith. The depth of this statement demonstrates her devotion despite what it cost on a personal level. God had proved his faithfulness throughout her life. She knew his character. She trusted his promises. No matter what God brought into her life, Sarah could rest assured of God’s sovereign love for her. “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28). This verse does not imply that we will be without trials but reminds us of God’s faithfulness and intentionality toward us in those trials. We can trust our God.

"O what a legacy my husband, and your father, has left us! We are all given to God, and there I am, and love to be"

Here, Sarah reflects on Jonathan's enduring impact. She rejoices not only in his work and ministry but in the spiritual inheritance he left their family. Yet, above all, she delights in her relationship with God. Her words testify to her deep love for Christ, valuing Him above all earthly blessings. 

 Sarah Edwards' letter is a remarkable example of faith in the midst of suffering. It reveals her profound trust in God's sovereignty and her steadfast commitment to glorifying Him, even in the darkest moments. As she nurtured a deep love for God, she also passed on this legacy of faith to her children, reminding us to cherish God's goodness and trust His purposes. Her words inspire me to draw nearer to God, finding hope and strength in His unwavering love. Oh, to have the faith of Sarah Edwards.  The cloud was dark, almost black. But He is good and He is holy. That is the kind of faith I long for, gracious gratitude.




Thursday, February 17, 2022

The Wisdom That Comes From Rising Above the Clouds

 

"The sky is always blue, sometimes you just have to rise above the clouds to see it.” 

                                                                                                                      - M. High

 

 

 

 

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I will never forget my first flight above the clouds in the late 1980’s. I was on my way to New York City to study at Parsons School of Design.  There was a mass of dark clouds and turbulence as we were ascending out of Detroit, but once the plane was at 10,000 ft the sky was blue and sunny. It was here that I had a moment of stark clarity and experienced unbridled truth. It rocked my world.

 

I realized that no matter how thick the cloud layer, and how stormy it may be, there was still a blue sky beyond it. Growing up in the Midwest near the Great Lakes, cloudy, gloomy days are a part of life. (you might have around 60ish non-cloudy days). Between the arctic air masses out of Canada, the tropical air masses from the gulf and the lake effect, it was frequently cloudy. I had no clue that the sun was always there, until we broke through the clouds.

Life is all about perspective. In reality, it is a sunny day every day, you just have to rise about the clouds to see it.

I am really sensing the heightened emotional despair in people in the community. Even though the average of daily new cases is going down, it seems like the emotional, mental and behavioral effects are on the rise.  We are just seeing the tip of the iceberg.  The secondary effects of the pandemic due to fear, illness, grief, job loss, social isolation and uncertainty are just starting to manifest themselves in the population at large.  Collectively, for the past two years, we’ve spent so much of our time and energy living life beneath the clouds.

 

I know personally, the last two years have certainly stretched my faith and exposed where I trusted more in the structure of our society than in God. Each new headline or breaking news bulletin is like a lightning bolt on the horizon — a storm of change, a cloud of despair.

It is really a spiritual battle. When the clouds of the enemy overshadow us, and obscure the view from time to time, we mustn't doubt that Jesus still watches over us. God is in control. By the eye of faith we must penetrate through the gloom and see Christ, who always watches over His children.

Instead of despairing, we patiently trust that He will work all things out for good, in His time, even though we may not be able to see His providences right now.

As we do this, the Bible promises. "But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." - Isaiah 40.31

 

 

Here are some jewels of truth, verses that remind us that our Creator God is still in control.

 

When the earth totters, and all its inhabitants, it is I who keep steady its pillars. Psalm 75:3

 

If ever there were a theme verse for the past two years, this would be it. A pandemic, worldwide restrictions and closures, stock market ups and downs, scarcity, inflation, job losses, tensions and rioting. But through all of this, God keeps the earth spinning on its axis.

 

The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. And those who know your name put their trust in you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:9-10

 

A stronghold. Somewhere to run for safety when the world is shifting around us. Our God is our stronghold and will never leave us.

 

The Lord upholds all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.  Psalm 145:14

 

He knows what we need. He knows when we are falling, and when we feel like we’re falling. He will hold us up through whatever loss or lack we face.

 

This I know, that God is for me.  Psalm 56:9c

 

David wrote this psalm when he found himself in the Philistine camp while running for his life from Saul. He was surrounded by enemies. As David reminded himself to trust God, he staked his hope on this: No matter what danger threatened, God was for David. We can face anything with God on our side.

 

Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears us up; God is our salvation.  Psalm 68:19

 

It is so freeing to know that God doesn’t limit how often He will help us. He doesn’t just carry us through our problem once, or even just once a week. David — like each of us — trusted that God would hold him up every. single. day.

 

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.  John 16:33

 

Jesus doesn’t say we won’t have problems. But He does promise that He has already overcome any problems we will face.

 

As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love.  John 15:9

 

This one blows my mind. We say that God is love and that He loves us, and both are true. But can we ever really understand that Jesus loves us as the Father loves Him? We will probably never grasp the intricacies of the Trinity and the theology of this verse, but one thing is clear: Jesus really, really loves us. More than we can truly understand, and infinitely more than we could ever love Him back.

 

Even when the clouds are there, you are still always protected and never without love and light guiding you.  Beautiful days are coming. This is the wisdom that comes from rising above the clouds.