He cares. 1 Peter 5:7
Everyday life can become a lonely place. We can feel singularly and hopelessly alone. It doesn’t have to be this way. We have a choice. We can leave our pride behind and be joined in the body of Christ. We won’t miss anything we trade. We’ll only gain everything we miss. Despite all the arguments we whisper to ourselves, humility before God heals the hollowness of loneliness.
The Beatles sang of Eleanor Rigby…All the lonely people where do they all come from? All the lonely people where do they all belong? The melody rocks the heart numb with Eleanor’s despair. Wearing her fake face, dreaming her life out the window. Overlooked by Father McKenzie—who no one ever hears. Not one friend found at her funeral, her soul buried alone. One can only surmise McKenzie followed the same fate.
Dang. That’s depressing. And yet we sway with it again and again. Why? Because it’s stuck in our head that our soul needs nothing. And we know nothing when it comes to our careless soul. God knows. He knows our thoughts afar off, our rising up and our lying down. Our needs before we even ask.
Jesus doesn’t lean on our door banging condemnation, He stands outside our stubbornness with open invitation. Welcoming the thirsty, the hungry, the penniless soul. Offering extravagant gifts we can’t afford: the wine of sure gladness, the pure cream of contentment, Bread that brings the soul fresh life. Filling our lonesome hearts with His overflowing presence. Pledging constant protection under His personal care.
It’s not impossible, it’s perfection. It’s not fantasy, it’s foundational. It’s not too good to be true, it’s too good to be missed.
God doesn’t care for us like mothers and fathers who give their all and fall short. Who tend our body but cannot quicken our soul. God, who bowed Himself and bore our griefs, crushed our sin and carried our sorrows vows to carry us still.
After welcoming Jesus into her house Martha was distracted with much. In all her serving she found herself alone. A worried and troubled heart were her only companions. It’s so easy to get lost when we’re found. So tempting to run and sweat when our soul is burning to linger and listen.
There’s much we’ve carried for which we need not care. What we eat and what we drink aren’t the masters of what we think. Today and the morrow aren’t ours to spin and what we wear only touches the skin.
Jesus said, One thing is needed. Our worried and troubled hearts need one thing: settle in and study all the Savior says. Giving full attention to the One who really cares. Join the few and enjoy His goodness.
Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.
Humility says somethings beyond us, far reaching. For the carefree soul only the omniscient voice of God will suffice.
All our cares, cast. Not anywhere. Not denied, ignored, or suppressed—but confessed, handed over, hurled upon Jesus—for He’s caring for you. He’s caring for me.
If grass and field be under His care—how immeasurably more we all belong.