This morning took up where last night ended, feeling rather depressed and down.
But then … the miracle of joining in praise with God’s people … Somewhere between singing “Age to age He stands, and time is in His hands” (from How Great is our God) to the sermon from Habakkuk 3, the darkness lifted. God directed my attention back to Himself: the One who is always faithful and true, who is the beginning and the end. I can leave the tragedy of Jolene’s death safely in His hands.
I believe I quoted these verses from Habakkuk before, but I will copy them again because they are such a powerful statement of faith:
Though the fig tress does not bud
And there are no grapes on the vines,
Though the olive crop fails
And the fields produce no food,
Though there are no sheep in the pen
And no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enables me to go on the heights.
In a sermon titled, “Is Jesus Enough?”, the pastor pointed out that Habakkuk wrote these words while awaiting the destruction of his beloved country. He likened it to knowing an atomic bomb was about to hit America, and being unable to stop it.
Makes my individual pain seem insignificant.
And, as a fun conclusion to the day, I had my first-ever book signing at my church. What a blast!