“The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint and to him who has no might he increases strength.” (Isaiah 40:28-29)
We get to approach the God with everlasting attached to his name.
The one whose calling card is inscribed with Creator-Savior-King never runs out of stamina, never scratches his head perplexed, never confronts a wall he can’t demolish. All power stands ready at his fingertips; his mind is wrapped around all knowledge. He readily infuses grace into his weary children who wait for him to work all things out for good, most especially when nothing good is presently in the picture.
The Savior of the world is the savior of our little worlds and little lives, too.
On days when we have so little to offer him, when “all of us” hardly amounts to anything, we can still move toward God. Always, he is more than enough for any need we might possibly bring his way.
His Word speaks in our suffocating cramped corners where cobwebs cloud our minds. There we find assurance, loud and clear, high and mighty, tender and strong. Bread before breakfast, supper for the soul. Enough provision and meat aplenty stacked in his Word. His presence is a feast during famine, a barricade for the fight, a breeze that blows away the staleness of unbelief, fear, panic.
No matter what, no matter where, no matter who we face, we cling to the reinforcement that “If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:31-32)
Our God with everlasting attached to his name is for us. He is with us. He always will be just so.
Elizabeth A Mitchell
Amen and amen. Sure He is powerful and can do all things to His beloveds. That is inspiring!
Elizabeth: I appreciated your article in ‘The Catholic Thing’, today. I had just finished a semi-lengthy email to an old friend and remarked about how overriding fear has always paralyzed me all of my adult life. I am ’64’ (going on ’23’, perhaps).
I eventually attributed it to my mom’s untimely death at ’58’. I had no female siblings and an older domineering dad who immediately took a girlfriend and dated her ’til the day he died 18 years later. I have been so very alone and so very abandoned. I raised a daughter but she took off and I haven’t seen her in over 10 years. My life seems to have been one great tragedy with unresolved everything. Pitiful. I go to the Lord daily. The charismatic renewal may have saved my life, and certainly my sanity or my church life. I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t had at least that ‘something’. It gave me at least the courage to face even one more day when it has always been just one day at a time. No happiness or accomplishment. In fact, my daughter once threw her hand over her shoulder and said, “You’re never happy!!” Well, she was right. I miss her.
I don’t know how to have a best friend and I don’t know how to let God be enough. That has never been what I wanted. How to get past that. My life is empty with only social events and Mass on Sunday. Sad. I cannot give what I do not have. I have felt desperately alone, sad and tired forever. Isn’t that pathetic? Is this the life of ‘quiet desperation’ the philosopher considered? Christ said, “I have come that you would have life and have it abundantly.” I keep hoping for that with no boot straps with which to climb.
I didn’t mean to be so morose but thank you for your fine article. Maybe I can find a way to print it out and keep it near my morning prayer books. I will need to reread a number of times in order to absorb. Thank you.
Mary thank you for sharing your heart with me. I just replied to you directly.