God Is So Good

A while back at the end of a Sunday worship service the pastor had us sing the song God Is So Good.

You know the song:
"God is so good
God is so good
God is so good
He's so good to me!"

Though it was a beautiful moment of worship and the voices filled the sanctuary, something bothered me. That last line stung my thoughts for several weeks. I started noticing the phrase popping up  everywhere. I even wrote in my journal that it seems that when Believers speak of some good circumstance in their life they give praise to God by ending their story with "God is so good to me!" We even say it around my house... we'll have a little unexpected income followed immediately by a major car repair need and when praising God that the need is already met we exclaim, "God is so good to us!"

Amen! Yes, He is good to me. To us. He never leaves us nor forsakes us! Keep praising Him!

But, what has stuck in my craw since that chorus played is that God is good. Period! If we say 'God is good to me" when we are healthy and have no looming burdens and the kids are behaving and we like our current circumstance, then what is God when we can't get what we want or when we're mistreated or when we're staring down the barrel of a chemo syringe? If God is good when your circumstances are good then the flood gates of doubt are wide open when circumstances are less favorable. I've seen it happen with Christians so many times. Things get tough, they doubt God. It's wicked.

The truth is God is good. It's who He is. And the truth remains regardless of our circumstances or feelings. That is why it is the Truth.

God is so good!

Joyful Blue

I love this date! Every year through the sneezing spring and heat wave summer I dream of October 15th. First frost has destroyed my mortal enemy, Ragweed. The humidity has lifted. The air is clean. I soak it in so deeply that I can get high just breathing. (Apologies to my Fundy friends, but I'm *really* excited today!) I'm going to bask in the windows-down, slow-floating-leaves beauty beneath the joyful blue of October 15th!

When Nine Hundred Isn't Enough

"So all the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years; and he died." Genesis 9:29

I wonder about the first few generations to live on earth. They lived so long - hundreds of years. Imagine!

Mostly, I wonder if on their death beds they looked at their children and with tearful reflection said, "It goes by so fast!"