All things change…except God.
Our van recently died. Well, the transmission went out on our way home from Thanksgiving. It has ended up that we are selling our van for parts and using that money to purchase another vehicle, instead of getting it fixed.
We have been driving borrowed cars from friends in our church.
My daughter has asked me several times, “where is our van?”
And I have explained to her about how the transmission went out and we can’t drive it anymore, so we will have to get a “new” car.
It just hit me this morning, though, that our car had become a source of comfort for her.
It was part of the routine.
There are things that I miss about our van.
Knowing where things are.
The verses that I had taped inside.
The ease of handing things back to my kids- knowing how far they were away from me so that my eyes never had to leave the road.
Last night I struggled with getting the key in the ignition of the car we are presently driving, and I had to grope around to find the lights.
That made me miss our van.
I had taken for granted that sameness, that sense of knowing.
My daughter knew where she was supposed to sit. She could buckle her own seat belt. She loved to get out of her seat when we arrived somewhere and climb around behind her seat and pretend to hide from me. No matter how many times she did it, it always brought a smile to her face.
Realization dawned this morning- I need to take time to talk to her about this loss. For each time things change in this life- big or small- each time we lose is a perfect time to talk about the one thing that never changes- our God.
God was and is and is to come.
Unchanging from the dawn of time.
Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.
He is the hope we can cling to, the unchanging and steadfast love that never alters or shifts.
Our children need to know where the source of our strength comes from. To understand that we don’t cling to earthly possessions because we are clinging to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ first and foremost.
He is our rock and Redeemer. A mighty fortress in times of trouble.
When all around us seems like shifting sand, we can rest on the rock.
This was also a humbling reminder to me to always- continually– prayerfully examine my life. Am I clinging to anything more than Jesus? Am I finding my security in anything other than His Name alone?
My children see. They are watching. What am I teaching them about where to place their faith and trust- in the seen or the unseen?
God is our one sure thing. He keeps His promises. He loves us and sent his Son to die for us.
Today, I pray that we will cling to the Rock, and let go of all else that seeks to claim our heart or distract us from the glorious riches that are ours in Christ Jesus.
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