“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." James 1:17
God is good. He gives us good things. The good things are from God. These things, however, are not safe. They are not the easy route, and common sense may question them.
Not everything is good, but the good things are from God. And God makes good things come out of the things that are not good.
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." - Romans 8:28
These truths I know. But to be quite honest, I just don't understand God. If God is good, things should be good. And by that, my understanding would convince me that good means easy. But it doesn't. It should mean safe. But that's not it.
It should mean that anyone that calls themselves a follower of God is good, but they are not. But God delights in them and passionately cheers them on, tirelessly encouraging the failures.
It should mean that this is a beautiful world- and it is. Yet it is the most horrible of worlds.
There is no neat and perfect box to put my faith in. This is messy. Still, God is my refuge and Jesus is my Savior.
"But Sam lay back, and stared with open mouth, and for a moment, between bewilderment and great joy, he could not answer. At last he gasped: “Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What’s happened to the world?” - J.R.R. Tolkien, Return of the King
May I humbly suggest this thought to anyone who can relate to the mess I'm in? Find something good and thank God for it. Not something safe. Not something that makes sense. Something good.
When your messy, quarreling children cut off your lilacs and give you a bouquet, be thankful.
At the end of a long, confusing day, watch the sunset, hear the birds, smell the lilacs, and be thankful. These things are from God. They are good. There is good. We need to see it.
"And Little Child understood that the more he told the stories about the King and the King's people, the less fear he felt and the less fear was in the dark room. Amanda was right: SIGHTERS ARE NOT AFRAID." -David and Karen Burton Mains, Tales of the Restoration