I often feel like I'm teetering on the edge of "losing control". I get worried about something that may or may not happen on Tuesday, or next week, or 2 months from now, or 5 years from now.
Life is not certain. Things that you assume are going to happen may not come to fruition. I do not adapt well to change. I need things to be constant, and that is not something that can always be. Consistency is not guaranteed, in fact it rarely happens.
In church this morning we were singing in worship and the lyrics "My Savior loves, My Savior lives, My Savior's always there for me, My God He was, My God He is, My God He's always gonna be". overwhelmed me. I have ONE constant in my life. I have one sure thing. No matter where I'm living, how much money we have, how many children, no matter what state of health, or what I'm doing, God IS. He is there and He is my constant.
Worship was especially amazing this morning, and I fell in love with the song "In Christ Alone" all over again. I hadn't really listened to the lyrics in their full capacity in a long time. I'd like to share them with you...
In Christ alone
my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love,
what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled,
when strivings cease!
my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone,
Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross
as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me!!;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell,
no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
To God be the glory.