“Now I would remind you, brethren, in what terms I preached to you the gospel, which you received, in which you stand, by which you are saved, if you hold it fast — unless you believed in vain. For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received, that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures.” (1 Corinthians 15:1-3)
Sometimes I just don’t know. Sometimes I’ve done my best to decipher everything, acknowledge my faults, rectify my mistakes, make things right and nothing works. Sometimes I come up against the tough reality, I’m not in control. God is. I am His to do with as He pleases.
That knowledge doesn’t change the circumstances. It changes me. It reminds me to hold fast to what I know to be the truth. It reminds me to persevere. It reminds me to breathe and trust that God isn’t going anywhere even as He sweeps me along in the heady rush of waves too powerful for me to escape of my own accord.
Sometimes I just can’t swim another stroke. Sometimes my body, heart and spirit are exhausted and it’s more than I can do just to beg God to hold my hand, hold me up, carry me along. Sometimes all I can do is hope that He will keep me faithful.
Every Friday,100s of bloggers set a timer, write for 5 minutes, and then publish the results. We don’t edit or engulf ourselves in concerns about whether our writing is worthy to be seen. We expose our incomplete, unpolished thoughts and words to each other and our readers. Our new home is at Kate Motaung’s blog, Heading Home. She provides a prompt on Thursday evening and we all link our posts there and tweet them with the hashtag #FMFParty. Join us.