What Girls Get Wrong

One day I thought God didn’t care about me, and I almost died. Okay, that might be a little melodramatic. But I almost got into a bad accident. I was going through a rough time. God felt distant, like He merely observed what was happening to me, but didn’t care enough to do anything. I started to think that maybe He didn’t care. I was in zombie mode getting ready for work. I had slept fine, but everything just seemed meaningless. I got in my car, and headed down my street. I reached the stop sign, and turned on my left directional. The guy coming from my right stopped, his directional indicating he wanted to turn onto my street. I waved to him, and eased up on the brake. I looked just in time to see the car coming 50 mph from my left. I hadn’t pulled into his lane yet. The car went by without any issue, the other guy turned, and I pulled out onto the street on my way to work. But I was shaken. And to this day I’m convinced God let that happen to jar me out of thin...

“LORD, You alone are my portion and my cup; You make my lot secure.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” ~ Psalm 16:5-6, NIV Sometimes, I have to beat that verse into my head. I have to repeat it over and over, insisting that I accept it, forcing myself to believe it. Because there’s a lot of times when I don’t.   When bitterness and hopelessness threaten to take over. You may be feeling the same way.   You may struggle with chronic health issues.   You may have lost all your earthly possessions.   Your life may not be going at all how you planned it, or how you would like it to go.   And yet that verse still stands. But you find yourself questioning, like I do, “Are my boundary lines really in pleasant places?   Do I really have a delightful inheritance?” Yes. If nothing else, all of God’s children have the promise of eternal life with Him in Heaven  ...