Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Every little thing ...



Written: July 2015 - St. George Island

I couldn't sleep last night.  I tossed and turned and did the worst possible thing: I reached for my phone and scrolled through my social media feeds.

Yesterday repeated like a montage from a film:  images from the beautiful birth of my baby nephew, above haunting images from the tragedy in Chattanooga.  The feed becomes fragments amidst a sea of the chaos that comprise all of this life, of beauty and pain, happiness and sorrow, trivial and tragic. 

I see the prosperity memes shared about God's favor and blessing, right above images of the starving children in the Sudan.  

I cannot accept something as truth for myself if not also true for them. 

lay awake trying to reconcile my faith - and the weight of my feelings of gratitude for my life in that moment against the guilt, against the helplessness, against the reality that the worst thing that had happened in my life yesterday was that I had broken the perfect little sand dollar my son found for me on the beach.  

In those moments, it's as though I can literally feel the planet spinning on its axis too fast, out of control, chaotic, ushering in a crisis of faith all over again. 

"I want to believe.  Help my unbelief" (Mark 9:24).  

I turn the screen off and close my eyes.  

This morning, I stood on the ocean's edge.  The place where I feel so small, where He feels so big and the earth, as far as my eyes can see stands still, and beautiful, and peaceful.  

It is a glimpse of eternity.  The place where every tragedy and atrocity will become untrue; where He will wipe away every tear.  

I used to think I loved the beach for entirely different reasons.  And perhaps, in the naiveté of my youth I did... But I love it here because I can see Him so clearly here, away from the chaos that is our world, away from the distractions that fill my life.



I sat out on the porch overlooking the ocean with my 9 year old son who was humming and singing the lyrics to Bob Marley's every little thing.  

Can we listen to the song he asked. 

I played it on my phone and we smiled and sang along.  

And the world stood still.  

And the spirit nudged me in that moment, whispering as it always does, the truth of His word.  

"It's true you know", I tell him.  Scripture tells us countless times not to worry, not to fear...

And that yes, in the end, every little thing is gonna be alright.

Every. little. thing.

Every big thing, too.

Every sad thing will become untrue (Tolkien).  

And when the world is spinning out of control, we have the immovable word of an unchanging God.  In the midst of the crashing waves, an anchor for our souls.

Who was.  Who is.  Who is to come.  

And I want to hold fast to this moment, on this porch, filled with peace and joy and happiness.  

But this, too, shall pass.

And God willing, my son will grow up and I will grow old and together, we will face the hardships and heartaches that this life will inevitably bring.

But we will face the joys and the triumphs, too.  We will share these moments of joy and peace and contentment, tucked away in these corners far from the chaos of the world and we will know, yes, that in the end...


Every little thing is gonna be alright.

"In this world, you will have trouble.  But take heart, I have overcome the world." ~  Jesus (John 16:33)


"When we've been there ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we've no less days to sing God's praise
than when we first begun."



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