Broken Windows.

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, “The Lord is upright; He is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in Him. ” Psalm 92:12-15

Sometimes I don’t have a great day. Sometimes I feel discouraged. Sad. Stressed. Upset because things aren’t going the way I want them to. I may feel lonely or deserted. These feelings are all a part of life and I can’t avoid it, but here is where my perspective needs to shift on a constant basis.

There is a truth that I hold onto.

“I have a Creator who loves me and wants me to know that He’s got it all under control.”

You see these windows? They are broken and old. Sometimes I feel like them. Broken. I can try and replace or spruce up one of them, but the hard part is that I know I will become overwhelmed when I look and see the dozens of other windows that still need fixing. Who am I kidding? I can’t expect to fix these things in my life. It would be like me trying to use sand to put them back together.

God is the only one who can replenish my spirit. He’s the only one that can uphold me. Even when we are old and grey, because of His love for us we will continue to bear fruit and stay fresh. The bible says that His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3) and because of these promises, He gives me the chance to reflect His mercy and grace to a world that needs it desperately.

So no matter how I’m feeling on any given day, I can rest in His presence and His peace will guard my mind and heart. All of the things that trouble me won’t have a stronghold in my spirit. Even though we should always be joyful and thankful in everything, it’s hard to be sometimes. But I know that He is always with me and He is faithful with each day. All I can do is hold on to those promises.

Karina Lopez

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One Response to Broken Windows.

  1. Tired or broken… He is my (our) Lord. His work is not done yet w/ the same me. We do not know the end of the (our) story… Be encouraged, be blessed. Love you, my sister.

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