My life is currently wrapped tightly in a mess of confusion, anguish, pain, and misunderstanding. I am living in a world that I simply do not understand, that makes no sense to me or anyone I explain it to.
I am seeing every single day that the little things that occurred in my past were the big things, or as my dad says, "These are the 'good old days.'"
In the midst of unfathomable pain, it is the hardest to find those little things to enjoy. Instead, we focus on the big giant mountains looming around us thinking that is what deserves our attention. I am learning that what demands attention in my life is less than important, it is the things that are quiet and still that deserve me.
God is always quiet and still, waiting for us to seek, listen, hear, and engage. He will likely never stand before us demanding our time, instead He will wait for us patiently. Even in the darkest moments of our personal stories, He is there.
I am the one not noticing, not listening-- because these mountains are so dominant.
God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not fear when earthquakes come and the mountains crumble into the sea. Let the oceans roar and foam. Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge. Psalm 46:1-3
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