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I’ve moved my blog to a new domain … http://www.brokenyethopeful.com.

As a follower of montywaldron.wordpress.com, I’d love to stay connected with you at my new site.

Similar to the writing I did here in response to the psalms, I’m planning to continue writing what I hope are relatable responses to God’s word along with the ebb and flow of life. By the way,

I recently put my first 50 thought journals (inspired by Psalms 1-50) into print. The new book is called Say So! You can check it out at http://www.amazon.com/Say-So-Monty-F-Waldron/dp/1498415970/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418269435&sr=8-1&keywords=say+so+Waldron. It is a one-year interactive devotional with 50 psalms, 50 thought journals, and space for you to write a response of your own. I hope it will help you cultivate a deeper intimacy with your Heavenly Father than you’ve ever had before.

I’m so grateful for you following this blog and hope you jump with me to the new locale. If there’s anything you’d like to see me write about – topics, passages, etc. – please let me know (email is montyw@fbcrc.org).

Hope you have a great holiday season with family and friends! Grace upon grace,

Monty

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If I were to map my journey with God, the line would be broken, dotted from one destination to the next. I wish it weren’t so, but my faith can be so fickle.

God, on the other hand, has always kept his word. Always.

I am fed, clothed, sheltered, and sent into the world with good news of great joy … A Savior. He never leaves, never forsakes (Hebrews 13:5).

And yet, like Israel in the wilderness, I am terribly forgetful. Even after the greatest of provisions, I have slumped into self-sufficiency or self-pity, either of which strangles the life out of gratitude.

What better safeguard as my story still unfolds than to persistently rehearse God’s enduring faithfulness with those who walk behind me? While telling of His glorious deeds, I am fortifying my hope and theirs. May our lifelines grow evermore unbroken.

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It’s disheartening how easily I fall into suspicion about God’s heart toward me.

What can turn my thoughts from giving up to going forward?

Nothing relieves my anxiety about the present or future like the past faithfulness of God.

It’s all in the Good Book … He created … He called … He comforted … He corrected … He covered … He converted … He so loved me and the rest of this broken, defiant world that He gave His beloved Son to be crucified, a sinless substitute for guilty rebels (John 3:16-18).

Though a lot about this life is perplexing, I never need wonder about God’s affection toward me. It truly is greater than I can even comprehend.

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I have no concrete reason to wonder; no point in the past I can point to as evidence for my suspicion. Still, the thought of abandonment pops into my heart and head.

People do it all the time … check out, walk out, give up, move on, disown, discard, divorce. It’s hard to shake the idea that God will eventually get fed up with me, my flaws and my failures.

I would grow hopeless were it not for the gospel; good news that God’s love for us isn’t a reward for acceptable performance, but rather an unconditional gift to meet our greatest need (Ephesians 2:8-9). God obligated Himself to redeem and restore wholly apart from our behavior (Romans 5:8).

God made a promise that silences my suspicion. “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5) Though His word would be enough, He went so far as to forsake His only Son on our behalf as an irrevocable assurance of his steadfast love.

“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:21–23)

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I love to tell my story.

I love it not because it sheds light on my abilities, my accomplishments, or my importance. I’m no more special than any other human being, just another beating heart with feet of clay.

My story is a joy to tell because it magnifies my Maker, my Savior, my Master, and my Friend.

God has mended my brokenness, redeemed by regrettable past, corrected my defiance, nurtured the gifting He knit in me from the womb, and granted me a future I could never attain on my own.

And the writing goes on.

My story matters only because it is a passage from a far grander tale; a story of the one and only Almighty stooping to lavishly love the least of these, among whom I am counted.

I love to tell my story … a journey through the valley of the shadow of death destined for ultimate arrival in the presence of the King who alone is worthy of glorious praise.

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Life is full of such uncertainty.

I think to myself, what bliss to have complete control, supremacy. And yet, no amount of wishing changes the disturbing reality of my frailty. Life happens – triumph and tragedy – and so much of it without consulting me in the least.

So we are left to flail about, groping for any speck of perceived power we can harness.

Or, we can marvel at our Maker. We can see in the majesty of mountains and the opulence of oceans His benevolent heart and hands securing and sustaining our feeble lives. He literally holds us together when all is falling apart.

Take heart. The breath-taking magnificence displayed in all of creation is but a glimpse of the infinite power exerted by the God of our salvation on our behalf each and every day.

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Contingencies gnaw at the soul. Unknowns wreak havoc where peace is to prevail.

What’s your “Plan B?” Are you keeping your options open? Who or what is on standby in the unlikely event of the unexpected?

The world urges us to hedge our bets, cover all our bases, diversify and reduce exposure with sophisticated strategies for risk mitigation.

Divided hearts divvy up loyalties among the best alternatives of lesser gods and call themselves wise for doing so. It is the fool who lays up “treasure” for himself and isn’t rich toward God. (Luke 12:13-21)

God is our only hope who is unwilling to be anything less than our only hope.

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