“God is good all the time.”
The words from my pastor this morning caused bitter tears to sting in my eyes. I blinked quickly, dabbing the inner corner in an attempt to catch the tears before they fell. I had to deliver the children’s message in mere moments and I did not need to have red eyes, smeared eye liner, or any semblance of sorrow. My message was on thankfulness, not sadness.
That’s the thing though. I wasn’t even sad. So why were these words, words I hear almost every Sunday, causing such a commotion in my tear ducts?
As I questioned myself, sitting in the pew, I felt my heart tug.
“Do you believe it?”
Do I believe what, God?
“Do you believe I’m good?”
Of course I believe.
“All the time?”
There it was. Can I sing the praise from Psalm 145? Can I exalt His name forever and ever? Do I speak of His mighty acts and the splendor of His majesty?
Some days I do.
But then some days….
Some days the plumbing backs up. Some days the dog pees on the floor for the thousandth time. Some days the kids forget to show manners of any sort. Some days your iTunes account gets mangled with your husbands and he has all your information and none of his own. Or so I’ve heard from some people.
Do I believe God is still good in the midst of a presidential election where both candidates seem like a train wreck waiting to happen?
Do I trust in His sovereignty when the price of oil drops?
Do I sing of God’s splendor and majesty when police are being shot by children, when police are shooting children, and when terrorism screams at our faces through every single news cast?
No, I don’t.
Forgive me, God, Forgive me for forgetting of your love; of your goodness. Forgive me for sitting in despair and wondering where you are. Forgive me, Lord for not singing your praises and falling to my knees in gratitude for the simple fact that I have air in my lungs and food on my table and family who loves me dearly.
I want to celebrate God’s goodness because He is gracious and compassionate. He is slow to anger. He is rich in love. May my eyes look to heaven and be satisfied with all I have.
God is good. All the time.
2 Replies to “God is Good”
Breathless and confessing conviction. Thank you Tamara for your transparency.
I felt the exact same way!