Trials, and lots of them.

Finals, new babies and fatigue, doubt, anger hurt. And that is only the start. The furnace is so hot right now. So I put on my happy face and go to church? No, I jump in the car and I flee to church. I flee to that place where i am surrounded by my brothers and sisters, where I can serve and be served.

I flee to that place where corporate worship is happening and I throw myself on the mercy of God and sing with all my heart. I sing with all my heart and remember how He has rescued before an will rescue again. I throw myself at the feet on the only One who is truly faithful.

I flee to that place where the preached Word will remind me of the cross. No matter the trial, no matter the landscape of my heart, the cross has fully paid for my sin. The cross has instructed me, beyond a shadow of a doubt of God's love for me, of his grace towards me, of his unending mercy for me.

Romans 8:32 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?