Wrecked.

It’s been a rough week. Much of my life feels like it has been in shambles recently. Almost out of control. My world has felt wrecked. It feels like the world has been wrecked. Doesn’t it?

There’s so much going on..going wrong..even beyond the things that are most immediate to me. It appears the state of affairs we find ourselves in hangs by the thinnest of threads — threatening to snap at a moment’s notice and send us into free fall. I’ve never been one to succumb to anxiety, but it has snuck into my heart due to the uncertainty that has settled in my head. Where there was a handful of questions yesterday there is a mountain of them today. If I was a betting man, there’s countless others who feel all sense of control being slowly pulled from their fingers.

To admit this it requires a great deal of pride swallowing, but the short truth is I don’t know the answers. Not the answers to my problems much less the world’s at large. But, the good news is I know someone who does.

Someone with a perfect perspective for what’s going on beyond the limited one I hold. Someone capable of carrying the burdens I struggle to budge on a daily basis. Someone who walks with me, especially in the darkness I get lost in. Someone who can takes seemingly broken pieces and carefully place them in a pattern; an elaborate puzzle that in time will emerge as the greatest masterpiece ever made.

His name is Jesus and He is known as the Prince of Peace for a reason.

The Lord regularly has to remind me that nothing broken — nothing that I have broken — is beyond his ability to restore. He can, and He will, work each and every one of these broken things for my good. This I believe. This I can be confident in.