Let him take care of it

God is perfect.

Yet as humans we are not.

So what does that mean to us. We can't compare. Because being "not" perfect entails a whole lot. From pain to suffering to well so much more. There is a vast spectrum that doesn't seem comparable to God.

But here's the deal. God traded his one and only son so that we should have everlasting life.

But what does that really mean?

Well, I'm not going to say I have the answers but for me I have figured this out. (Though I have to remind myself constantly.) God's love is enough to cover, rather, erase any pain or suffering I am going through. The drastic hole in my heart that the pain creates is not comparable to the "plug" that God has for it. Well, in all honesty, I feel like God gives me a whole new heart. Daily.

Consistly, as the pain comes, God is ready and willing to remove it. But often times, that pain as such a hold on me that I don't want nor feel like I can let it go. I know I have spent plenty of nights crying myself to sleep or thinking myself to sleep wondering what hope I have left. That there's nothing I could do to fix my problem.

There's that reality part. I can't do anything other than give it to God. Let him take care of it. As Father's Day is around the corner, I am reminded that God is the ulimate Father. He takes care of it. Whatever "It" may be. He renews us in a way that I am so grateful for.

My past does not control my future. My hurts do not control my love. My pain has no control on my freedom. All because God is in control. He says what goes.

So to all the Father's out there... thanks. To my ultimate Father, Thanks for being in Control.