Don’t Grow Weary

It’s easy to look at a hard situation and fail to see God’s love.

To wonder where He is in the midst of the tragedy and pain. The suffering and stress.

To feel neglected. Overlooked. Forgotten.

It shouldn’t be this way. Ever. But it is.

It is because we live on this side of Heaven.

The broken side.

The side where darkness abounds and evil prevails and trust is hard pressed to be found.

I’ve questioned a lot in my life. Much of it happening over the previous two weeks.

But I know God promises to never leave nor forsake His own. And I know He is with me wherever I go. And so my prayer has been for eyes to see it. To recognize it in every form so I don’t lose heart. So that I don’t grow weary in doing good.

The hard kind of good.

And what I discovered is that God’s love is found on the front porch on a Thursday morning holding a basket of baby items.

It’s discovered during the relief of playdates for siblings and extra set of hands willing to help.

God’s love is felt in the warm meals on the kitchen table morning, noon, and night.

In the peace that surpasses all understand, guarding my heart and my mind.

It’s played out in the numerous prayers and encouraging texts.

In the willingness of a five year old girl whose nurturing spirit has come alive.

And it’s revealed in the arms of complete strangers who are simply trying their best to be salt and light.

God’s love is everywhere. In everything. Painted on the face of His children, lived out in their actions. It is evident in kindness and compassion, in service and sacrifice. But we must be willing to keep our eyes open. To squint, looking through the settling dust and rubble of destruction – and then we’ll see it.

Shining brightly. With each sunrise and sunset.

We’ll glimpse His love in ways we probably didn’t expect in the spaces we’ve been terrified to go. Because that’s where He is. And it’s where He’s been.

Beckoning us closer and closer to His heart this entire time.