It’s a sunny Saturday morning and I’m feeling pretty good!
The first, in as long as I can remember, that I could sleep in a little. Get up in my own time, grab a little breskfast (that I neither had to cook or clean up after — bonus) and then sit back for a little reading. Nowhere I have to be, just me and my thoughts and the good book!
My husband is off for the morning with his friend. Killing time before the wedding later, doing guy things I suppose. Two great friends, who for almost 40 years have remained in each other’s lives — even though they have always lived a distance apart.
I am relaxing with a cup of coffee. In the background, the news is quietly reporting updates on the recent tragedy in France.
I look up from time to time, simply because I can’t help but listen. And yet in a way I feel desensitized to it. I mourn for the loss of life, and pray for the country to heal from the fear and anxiety that they must be feeling. Yet the continous reporting — replaying every video, the rehashing every tidbit of information and the assumed political repercussions — sadly pushes me to lose interest. Not in the people or the tragedy, but in the way the media salavates over the horrible things that humans inflict on each other.
And so I return to my reading.
I am in Romans today, and read the following verses:
Romans 8:38, 39 ~ “And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
I often find that I am drawn to scripture at just the right time for me to hear a specific message. This morning it is a message that reminds us that no matter what is happening around us, or to us, God’s love remains. When we feel lost, not understanding why things happen as they do, God’s love cannot be taken from us. It is a comforting message, in a world that sometimes provides no comfort.
As I finish this writing, I happen to direct my attention back to the TV in the background and realize the channel has moved on to cartoons. I watch, and find myself smiling. It’s not SpongeBob SquarePants, but it brings a giggle just the same.
Not exactly the metaphor I was expecting to cap off my morning read — but I’ll take it!