“He is before all things, and by him all things hold together.”
Colossians 1:17 (CSB)
Spring has finally arrived in the south dressed as a genteel southern summer lady in all her glory. It is breathtaking and hard intertwined together.
In the meantime, season changes and warmer temperatures wreck my body. Where winter once held me hostage with pain, summer holds me hostage with unstable blood pressure. In case I haven’t told you P.O.T.S. is a fickle beast, uncontrollable with the best of efforts.
Holding It Together
Holding it together when my body betrays me and surprises me in inappropriate ways gets difficult. I don’t mind telling you, earlier in the week I cried ugly tears.
The next morning God gave me this passage of Scripture:
“He is before all things, and by him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17 (CSB)
The controlling side of me longs to live this story well and hold it together. The beauty is I don’t have to, and neither do you.
Can you feel the breath you’ve been holding swoosh out of your lungs in relief?
In the midst of everything you are dealing with it is going to sound menial when I say this:
There is a Holy God sitting on His Throne who longs and beckons you to lay your brokenness at His feet. There is a Holy God who is in control when everything seems to spiral out of control. There is a Holy God who goes before you, peparing the way and holding you together.
Can We Let It Go?
Can we let it go and trust Him to hold us together while everything around us lies broken in ugly shards?
It’s not easy, is it?
The truth is, we struggle to trust. Ouch!
Isn’t life already hard enough, why do we make it harder by holding what is not necessary? We have the promise that He is before all things, and by Him, we are stuck, glued, and put together.
Friends, Colossians 1:17 gives us the freedom to live well in the midst of our brokenness. We have permission to do more than survive. We can thrive.
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