“We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.” ― C.S. Lewis
Have you ever had one of those days when nothing seems to go right? Days when you need to do just One. Simple. Task. but three more clamor for attention before you can even begin the one you started with? Days that commence unexpectedly at 3:45 a.m. when the cat hacks up a furball on the comforter that demands dry clean only? How about several of those days coming one right after the other… days that include things a lot worse than an unexpected dry cleaning bill?
I’ve had my fair share. Some things that happened were totally out of my control… like my son’s cancer. That’s a story for another day, but let’s just say I learned how quickly one major illness can sink you financially and how crazy it is to have to worry about money when your child is in a standoff with death. My son was diagnosed with brain cancer one week after my husband and I had talked about divorcing. Those were two years of rough days… all in a row.
Some of my bad days can only be blamed on me. Following my divorce (yes, that eventually happened), finances got super tight—mainly because I didn’t have much experience with taking care of a budget, so I found myself in several tough spots. Most of which were the results of bad decisions. Really bad decisions. Really, really bad decisions. Let’s just say, if they gave an award for blatantly insane choices, I would’ve won multiple years.
Two months behind on my house payment and drowning in debt, I lay in bed crying one night, alone, and decided I was worth more to my kids dead than I was alive.
And God came to me.
He came to me in my future husband who showed up and made this crazy woman call for help. And he stayed to make sure I got it. He came to me in my brother who covered my house payments and never once made me feel bad about it. He came to me in a long-time friend who let me use her washer and dryer until I could afford my own. He came to me in the laughter we shared every week at her house… when I had very little to laugh about. He came to me in the best friend I could ever have dreamed of.
God came to me, and he’s never left me. On those days—and I know you have them, be they cancer days or furball days—know that God is so close you can reach out and touch him. God’s crying with you, God’s loving you, God’s laughing with you, God’s fixing you dinner, and God’s making sure there’s a roll of toilet paper in the truck so you have something to blow your nose on when you start crying (inside story… I’ll tell you later!). God is with you! He is. And he’s never going to leave you there crying, and alone, thinking you don’t matter.
God, thank you. Thank you for working through the lives of people every day. Give us the strength to act when you nudge us toward those in need. Remind us daily that each one of us is an instrument of your love and peace for others. In Jesus’ holy name, Amen.