Sometimes I think I like change. Until it happens to me.

The problem isn’t the change itself, but that it usually comes out of nowhere with little to no warning. Plus, it rarely looks like what you expected.

A job that I thought was secure ended Friday. Since then I have had moments of serene God-given peace. I’ve also had the rare moments when I was smiling on the outside but inside I was petrified to the point that I no longer had a need to go to the bathroom. If you catch my meaning.

I’d like to say my faith was more consistent, but it’s not. I’d also like to say that the normal believer’s faith never wavers, but that’d be a lie, too.

It’s not my firm grip on God that keeps me saved and secure, but His strong grip on me. I’m finding out what believers through the ages have also found to be true: I need Jesus just as much in the good times as on those horrible, no-good, very bad days.

And it’s not like Jesus promised that life would be easy. Or that everything would always turn out hunky-dory and peachy-keeny. Only that He’d be with us, no matter what.

That’s good news. It will always be good news.