Sometimes it’s easy to lose perspective.

You look at where you are right now and see where you want to be and the gap seems so wide. You feel like you’ll never get to where you want to be, that maybe you should just settle for the way things are right now.

When you only see how far you have to go, it’s easy to lose hope and to want to give up. It’s easy to give in to despair and hopelessness.

Just try this one little trick. The next time you see how far you have to go, look back and see how far you’ve come. See what God has already brought you through. Remember that the God who rescued you yesterday is the same today, tomorrow, and forever.

Remember that God is still God, and what seems impossible to you or me isn’t even remotely difficult for God (props to Pete Wilson for that one). Remember that God has promised to finish that good work He started in you. And God has never yet broken a promise. Ever.

I suppose this is me preaching to me again. Usually most of these posts are me reminding myself of what I already know, or what I ought to know and have forgotten.

Hopefully, my reminder to me will help you when your hope seems hardest to find.

“And me? I’m singing your prowess, shouting at cockcrow your largesse, For you’ve been a safe place for me, a good place to hide. Strong God, I’m watching you do it, I can always count on you— God, my dependable love” (‭Psalm‬ ‭59‬:‭16-17‬ MSG).

God is my safe place. I love that.

In those times when I feel the panic rising inside me, God is a safe place to hide.

When I feel overwhelmed by life, God is where I can find rest and perspective.

When I can’t see my way out of the state I’m in, God is my dependable love who will get me through.

I could go on and on about how God doesn’t just meet my need, but He Himself is my provision. My inheritance. My very life.

I read about how people say that their spouses or their children are their world. For me, Jesus is my world because only Jesus can hold my world together when it feels like it’s completely falling apart.

That’s not me being super-spiritual. That’s me being super-honest and admitting that my world needs a lot of holding together and that I’ve found only Jesus can do that.

I love the song that says that there are two things I know: 1) God is strong and 2) He loves me. As simplistic as that may seem, there are times when those two truths are very comforting.

So I can fall asleep knowing that I am in Good Hands. Whatever happens, my life is in Good Hands. I am held by a Strong Love.

“Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him, saving your critical comments for yourself. You might be needing forgiveness before the day’s out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived” (Galatians‬ ‭6‬:‭1-3‬ MSG).

Notice: Paul did not say “If someone falls into sin, ignore it and treat him as if everything’s hunky-dory” or “If someone falls into sin, then it must be okay and you just need to accept that behavior and celebrate it.”

But Paul also did not say that if that person falls into sin to cut him off and treat him like a leper.

No one is above messing up. No one will ever be beyond needing forgiveness. At least not on this side of heaven. But sin is still sin, whether it’s someone else or even if it’s me.

I fall into the trap of wanting judgment for someone else and forgiveness for me if I do the same thing. I think most of us do that.

I love that Jesus loves me just the way I am but refuses to leave me like that. He doesn’t put a band-aid over my brokenness and call me healed. He actually heals me, though sometimes the healing feels worse than the hurt. But only for a little while.

So maybe the point is to speak the truth in love and with humility, remembering that we will all at some point need forgiveness both from God and each other. And we will always need grace.

I read this in a book a while back and then again recently and it spoke to me in different ways then and now:

“The Gospel is bad news before it is good news. It is the news that man is a sinner, to use the old word, that he is evil in the imagination of his heart, that when he looks in the mirror all in a lather what he sees is at least eight parts chicken, phony, slob. That is the tragedy. But it is also the news that he is loved anyway, cherished, forgiven, bleeding to be sure, but also bled for. That is the comedy. And yet, so what? So what if even in his sin the slob is loved and forgiven when the very mark and substance of his sin and of his slobbery is that he keeps turning down the love and forgiveness because he doesn’t believe them or doesn’t want them or just doesn’t give a damn? In answer, the news of the Gospel is that extraordinary things happen. Henry Ward Beecher cheats on his wife, his God, himself, but manages to keep bringing the Gospel to life for people anyway, maybe even for himself. Lear goes berserk on a heath but comes out of it for a few brief hours every inch a king. Zaccheus climbs up a sycamore tree a crook and climbs down a saint. Paul sets out a hatchet man for the Pharisees and comes back a fool for Christ. It is impossible for anybody to leave behind the darkness of the world he carries on his back like a snail, but for God all things are possible. That is the fairy tale. All together they are the truth” (Frederick Buechner).

I suppose that’s why I’ve always loved good comedies, tragedies, and most of all, fairy tales.

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.

I posted a quote from Madame Guyon on Facebook 5 years ago on this date. Here is the full hymn:

“I love my God, but with no love of mine,
For I have none to give;
I love Thee, Lord, but all the love is Thine,
For by Thy life I live:
I am as nothing, and rejoice to be
Emptied, and lost, and swallow’d up in Thee.

“Thou, Lord, alone art all Thy children need,
And there is none beside:
From Thee the streams of blessedness proceed,
In Thee the blest abide:
Fountain of life,
And all-abounding grace,
Our Source, our Centre, and our Dwelling-place”

Maybe you had a job you really liked. Maybe you thought you’d be there for a long, long time. Maybe you’d even put a little bit of your security, your identity, and your peace of mind into that job.

Then one day, you get the dreaded call or meeting. You’ve been let go. Downsized.

Or maybe you had a great relationship. You thought he or she would always be there, always be around. Then one day that person’s gone for good.

It’s hard to keep hoping when it seems your hopes keep getting dashed to pieces. But still it’s better than having no hope at all.

God says, “Put your hope in me and you will never be disappointed. My hope isn’t a pie-in-the-sky wishful thinking kind of hope, but a certainty so sure that it’s as good as done.”

That’s what we all need to remember in those days when hope seems hardest to find. If your hope is in your employment or marital status or your children, you will be disappointed. Devastated.

But if your hope is in the living God, you will never be disappointed or put to shame. You will see your hope realized.

I love the line from Shawshank Redemption. It sums up what I’m trying to say nicely: “Remember . . . hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”