THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS WHEN NOTHING MAKES SENSE

October 2, 2017

Part of why I love this little blog is because I love to write. Usually it’s fun little snippets from my week shared along with my outfits. Sometimes I share a little more real life posts when I have something in my heart to share, or something is going on in life. Today all of that seems meaningless. Even the stuff I consider hard. It’s really not hard at all if I really think about it. And what I’m wearing doesn’t matter. How good of a deal I got doesn’t matter. Or the fun I had this weekend doesn’t matter. None of that matters.

I couldn’t just post yesterday on Instagram on Monday and talk about fashion. It’s fun. But on days like that in light of the shooting in Las Vegas, it doesn’t matter.

At the end of the day, you know what does matter? Knowing Jesus. Because in the midst of unspeakable tragedy, He is there. He knows what to say. He knows how to comfort. He wipes every tear and calms every fear. I’m sure you have gathered from my posts that I’m a Christian. But that doesn’t mean I just believe in God, am a good person and am sending good vibes to the people around me.

I believe in the Bible as the Word of God, that Jesus died for my sins, for your sins, and that one day, I’ll be in heaven with Him singing with the angels for eternity where there is no more tears and no more sorrows. When I say I’m praying for you, I am literally praying. Sometimes on my hands and knees. Sometimes crying. Because I believe that prayer changes things. That miracles happen. I have seen the power of God at work in my life, in my family’s life and in the life of my friends. If there’s one thing I accomplish in this world, I want it to be that I loved like Jesus, and that everyone who knew me knew that. And if it means taking a risk in sharing, that’s ok with me.

Because without this hope that I have, I do not know how to go on living after days like Monday. Days of unspeakable evil where innocent people die. Where my friends who were there see and hear things that they will remember the rest of their lives and wish they could forget.

For those times, there is Jesus. Because I have no other answer but I believe and trust in Him.

This tragedy extra hit home this time. I don’t know if it’s because Ben and I were planning to be there or if it’s because I knew people there, and that people I know know people who were injured and even killed. My heart is heavy. Saddened. And at a loss for words. Ben and I sat on the couch Monday night and prayed and cried together. I know that Jesus is crying with us and with all of you who have friends and family that were affected by this tragedy. And by all the crazy things that go on in the world every day.

I’m praying for you reading this on the other side of my screen. That you would know how high, how long, how wide and how deep is the love of Jesus. High enough to comfort you in your sadness. Long enough for the sins of everyone, even people like Stephen Paddock. (Writing that one was hard but I know it’s true.) Wide enough to wash away all fears. And deep enough to engulf you and make you knew again.

Because that is all that matters when nothing else does, and life doesn’t make sense.

All of my love and prayers,

Christine

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