We are constantly moving. I don’t know what that looks like for you, but for me it means both physically and mentally. For the past two years, I have often found myself having to pack up boxes and move them into, or out of, places. I would say that somehow this has become, on average, an every six-month project. I have lived in many different places, met many new people, and have fought for what I know is true in different ways at each of them.
I have also constantly changed, myself. God has used the places and the people surrounding me to strip me of my pride, teach me freedom, and present a new understanding of pure joy. Every day, I am challenged to take part in sweet sanctification with gratitude. Some days I fail at surrender. I am messy. I am inconsistent.
I am constantly moving. I am constantly seeking, inconsistent in emotion, weak, and tossed by the winds. I go from place to place, I recognize my changing spirit. I am constantly moving, but in this I rejoice: God is constantly God. He is constantly present. He is consistently good. Oh my, and this life is not about my finite, wandering self. If it is about His glory alone, I am grateful to rejoice in the freedom that is His unwavering spirit.
When I am broken, tossed to and fro, Jesus has the same love for me as He did yesterday and will tomorrow. When I am changing, when my scenery is changing, when I am packing boxes, or when I am chasing after the wind -- God has never quit chasing after my heart. “Our weakness is a vessel for His goodness, and our flaws a canvas for His grace.”
Our changing hearts have been ultimately made new by a constant one. His love follows you consistently. Rejoice! Jesus is better. Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Jesus is good yesterday, today, and, undeniably, will be tomorrow.
