I’ve been feeling on edge, depressed, lately. As have a lot of people
I tell myself that I really shouldn’t. My family and I are healthy. We are not having financial trouble.
But many people are sick. Many have died.
The coronavirus. Financial hardships. Americans fighting Americans because of racial issues, because of politics.
It is a sad time.
I’ve been a Christian for over forty years. I’m not giving that up. But it’s hard to find hope, for myself, to share with others who aren’t sure they believe in God.
Recently,, in a book I read, I was reminded how writers can be encouragers. The father in this story told his daughter not to give up on God. He said if she did, then Satan wins.
I’m going back to the simple truth to find my hope, and then the strength to share it with others. Jesus loves me. Jesus loves you.
Jesus did everything that was needed to meet our greatest need. He is alive again, and he promises to walk beside us every day.
John 19:30: When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Mark 16:6: “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.”
Matthew 28:18-20: Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
Jesus loves you. Jesus loves me.