Some days are hard.
I take that back. All days are hard, at least in their own way.
But some days are harder. Some days make me lock myself in my bedroom and cry while eating large amounts of chocolate. That was my day yesterday. Minus the chocolate. Poor me.
As I was sitting there with tears rolling down my face, I had to ask myself if I was going to trust God even when I was having a hard day. Would I trust Him when trial seemed to heap upon trial?
Would I trust Him?
As suddenly as that question popped into my head, another followed it: Who else could I trust?
Really, where else could I possibly turn?
Who else is in control?
Who else would die for me? Not just the lovable parts of me, but the ugliest of ugly parts of me?
Who else is there?
The Psalmist was right when he wrote, “Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” (Psalm 73:25-26)
Who can I turn to?
Who loves me, always?
Who never fails?
Who is strong enough to carry my weakness?
Only God. Only God.