I haven’t always been a ‘good news’ kind of girl.
There was a time in my life when I imagined the worst in every situation. Negativity was the norm because something horrible burst on the scene for me when I was a kid. Something went terribly wrong.
I witnessed a murder.
Please take time and read about it here …
At fourteen I understood the reality that ‘bad stuff happens.’ And the sad truth is that bad stuff usually seeps in ~ or bursts in ~ to every one’s life.
But there is Good News: God did not desert me. Not in my pain. Or rebellion. And He never did walk out on me in the season when those enormous questions needed honest answers.
He did not desert me when I needed Him most but called on Him least.
And He did not give up on me when I was consumed with fear.
So, I give Him full credit for rescuing me from my negativity. My half full perspective. The justifiable anger and confusion that used to be my reality.
I credit God. For giving me the capacity to trust joy again. I give Him all praise for His endless patience and His overwhelming compassion for helping me along the journey … becoming ‘the good news girl.’
Unbutton my lips, dear God; I’ll let loose with your praise …
