Sorry, not sorry to draw you in with that there blog post title. Just to be clear – I don’t have a book in the pipelines. Nope. Not even close. But I’ve been asked by some people over recent years if I would ever attempt that. Maybe one day. Not today. Not tomorrow. Probably not next week or even next year. Maybe one day though. I’ve learnt to never say never about certain things, but for the longest time I’ve thought I really don’t have much to write about.
But you know what?
I gots me some stuff.
You see I’ve been reminded just lately that I don’t have any one remarkable story up my sleeve, but a whole series of remarkable stories. Remarkable because they all center on one main character, one main theme, one all encompassing story which is remarkable despite all of my orneriness, despite all of ME, and that’s Jesus.
Jesus. Who He is. What He’s done for me. What He continues to do. The hope I find in Him. The companionship in Him. The acceptance found by Him.
Do you ever find yourself stuck in your story? Do you ever seek to upskill yourself with all the whys people do things and how best you need to react and what your next step is and what you’re going to do about all of this?
Yeah. I know the drill.
And I know that knowledge is good, and learning is gooder and seeking help is the goodest. But I’ve also been reminded lately that the best thing of all to do, in any and every situation is to turn to Jesus. To blurt out your worries and your joys, your ups and your downs, your thoughts and your perspectives, to cast your cares upon Him.
Time and time again I can look back at my life and see evidence of God’s fingerprints of grace; of provision and of help.
That time I was completely surprised and crushed by sheer animosity towards me? Jesus stood by, waiting for me to place my broken heart at His feet.
Every time I have faced agonizing grief and heartache? Jesus has been there, with His reassuring presence and invading love.
When I was told that having another child was a medical impossibility until X happened, but then those two parallel lines on that plastic stick proved otherwise. Jesus saw my tears of joy and my grateful heart.
Those bills that stack up when you least expect them? We’ve been met with miraculous provision, time and time again. Situations that came as a surprise to us, were no surprise to God.
Those occasions when I begin to doubt the decisions my husband and I have made regarding career choices and what we give our time and attention to, they are always met with a gentle reminder from God himself carried out in various ways, that He has everything in control and He is no man’s debtor.
Jesus. He’s right there. Whisper His name and the atmosphere around you changes.
Jesus. He’s there for my heartache as well as the times when my heart is full.
Jesus. The hero of my story. The author of each and every chapter. And He’s longing to be my very first port of call in each and every situation I face. And He can do the same for you. No matter what you’re going through. This I know.
This I surely know.