But in my weakness, in my wandering, I must remember this: that God understands my fragility. He's not shaking His head over all my mistakes, saying, "if you do that one more time, I'm not speaking to you again." No, He died so I could have life and be saved from my sins.
Lately I've been soaking up God's goodness and basking in His presence. I have more hope and peace now that His plans for me are beautiful and good. But I know that just down the road, maybe in a few days or weeks, there will be a mountain that I wish I didn't have to climb or a battle I just wish was over with already.
But the truth is, He's got that in His hands. And when I'm feeling frail and beaten down, He's holding me. You see, this is one of the greatest promises that's been given to us: when we're feeling far from home, we never really are because He has made His home with us. He's right here with us - in the battle, in the joy, in the pain and the dark nights. Trust Him, and know that you're already home.
Jesus answered and said to him, “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him. -John 14:23