Rooted and Grounded

After my control freak confession, I went on to have a day of being totally overwhelmed by my lack of control. I spent most of the day fighting a total meltdown. I watched the store empty out even more, listened to stories from long time customers, and then watched my precious friend Ron, our resident florist, move out of the building. That move nearly ripped my heart out. It made this whole thing even more real. Then the constant, in my face, reminder that my buddies will be leaving, probably while I am at a retreat this weekend.

But..I am not trying to make this about my extremely evident state of mourning! What I want to focus on, is the thing that makes it all ok. The thing that sets my heart into a place of peace and rest in the middle of the hurricane of emotions that I am experiencing. That thing...is Jesus. This morning, instead of spending my time journaling about my current heartbreak, I chose to journal about His goodness, His saving grace, and the way He loves. I reminded myself, as I praised Him, that I am His and He is mine.

I belong to the Living God. My heart is rooted and grounded in Him. My heart is set on the firm foundation of Jesus...His love, His life, His character, His death and resurrection. No matter what kind of turmoil or transition I may be in the midst of, I cannot be moved from the place of peace that I have in knowing that I am His beloved and that He has this all under control. I know that He is my strength. He is my rock, my refuge, He is my comfort.

So this morning, though I know the next few days will be tough and most likely painful, I am confident that my heart is safe in His hands and that I can have peace in the midst of it all.