Peace to Pieces

“God is good… all the time”… Something we say often but usually what we mean is “Life is good” because when we do say “God is good” and mean it, it’s most often when life is good.

But isn’t God good even when life is bad or tough? Is God’s goodness a statement based on an analysis of His present gifts and descriptive of His generosity or is it based on His unchangeable nature, His divine personality?

Thinking, right?
Yeah, that’s it. That’s the objective.

See, those dark times that make us wonder where God is, or if He was around, why such a thing would happen … those dry times that drain our souls and scorch our bones, those are the times that mark us out, set us apart and announce us because anyone can fill the shoes of heroes when all around they are surrounded by fallen foes.

Those times when our lives are in shambles, dreams are in pieces, rose garden invaded by brambles, circle of friends littered with Judas’ kisses … those times when pains overtake our gains and our mistakes overtake us like skeletons overflowing the cupboard… at those times… we don’t always remember.

Sometimes, we forget that we are the righteous… we forget that whatever we lay our hands upon shall prosper… we forget that we are still seed and not yet harvest… we forget that seed must be planted in the bowels of the earth, wrapped in darkness but with light, unquenchable light, burning bright within… We forget that on the third day, He, the great He, will raise us up… we forget that the valley of the shadow of death is only a portion of the journey and not the destination, we forget… on those dark nights … sometimes we forget.

But though we forget, He doesn’t.

He doesn’t forget that’s He is good all the time and He doesn’t ever forget us at any point in time, be things good or be they bad. He doesn’t forget that He is faithful enough to raise us up, dust us up, breathe life into us again and start all over again.

I gave up at one point … on one of those dark nights, I forgot. I was ready to leave and just return home to the father and have The Great Physician tend my wounds for the rest of eternity. If I was sure that a suicide victim would make it to heaven, I would not be here by now. It was that uncertainty coupled with the certainty of a beautiful future God had shown me years before, a vision I once saw and believed, that made me keep going.

I’m not there yet but some mountains are moving now … the earth under my feet is quaking… bone is rolling towards bone … My name is not Ezekiel but I am here just watching … watching and waiting for God’s command to me to prophecy again.

You and I have to remember, recall and recollect that it is this same God who is God in the good and bad times… and He it is who shall recollect the broken pieces and make them good again.

If all we see started with nothing, imagine what He can do with the pieces of our lives.

He is shalom… He who brings peace to the pieces of our lives.


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