I’ve kept a journal since 3rd grade, expressing secret desires and wishes from being an animal trainer in the circus to writing the next best seller. The pages have celebrated the joys of life’s accomplishments and the heart wrenching seasons of failure. I’ve gone from wondering if I’ll ever be able to wear high heels and red lip stick to deciding I no longer can wear high heels and red lip stick. People have entered and left my life, some of whom I do not even remember. The places I’ve called home are no longer my homes. And through it all there has been one constant – Christ.
I smile as I turn the yellowing corner of days twenty years ago – thirty years ago – forty years ago – and there He is. I’ve grown to know Him in different ways my entire life; but, never have I lost His companionship. He’s that friend everyone longs to have – the one who will always be there no matter what – the one no one can ever find because its beyond human capacity to exist. And He is for everyone, even those who spend their lifetime trying to prove He doesn’t exist.
He can wear many hats – Protector, Healer, Mighty Warrior, Savior, Redeemer, Friend – but He is always a Father; the best of all possible Father’s, the one little girls dream of having and little boys long to be. He is the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. He can be found in all aspects of life from the rain drops falling outside my kitchen window to the movement of my fingers as I write to you this morning.
Romans 8:37-39 tells us, “37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Fears have no place. Darkness finds light. Sickness turns to healing. Truth lives eternal. Life has meaning, when the name of Jesus marks the pages of your life journal.
