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“Mom, does God change?”  

“Nope, the Bible says He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  He does not change.”

“Oh, ok.  I saw that somewhere, and I wondered if it was true.”

They still ask me what is true.  The weight and the joy of that sit on me heavy.  They read it but did not believe.  Until the words came from my lips.  The confirmation of what is true.  

Little hearts looking to mine to decipher truth.  Truth.  Their searching gaze and seeking minds are tethered to mine.  

My heart.  Often bent towards the wrong things.  At times wishy washy and out of focus.  My heart that has been broken and remade- that should know the power of God as much as anyone.  But still I forget.  The daily grind leaving a film of dust that blocks my view.  

But the tethering.  The tying of my heart to Jesus.  The invisible line that connects my very soul to the Word of God- the Truth. I turn it over in my thoughts all week- this word.  Tether.  To connect someone with a line as for safety says Mirim Webster.  

The storms of life rage strong.  The world is shifting.  Stability slipping through our fingers like sand at the beach.  But we can be tethered.  To the One who does not change.  Anchored.  Secure.  Hopeful. Joyful even in the midst of the hard.  Because we don’t rely on ourselves.

Tethered.  To eternity.  To the hope of heaven.  To our loved ones there ahead of us.  To my sweet Makiah. Today marks 15 years since I first held her.  Since I first ran my fingers through her fuzzy blonde head and laughed at the beautiful howl those tiny lungs could make.  

Change came, and those lungs learned to fill up a room with giggles.  The fuzzy hair grew into long, blonde curls.  The little one and I were inseperable.

Change came again.  Unwanted change.  And I was not allowed to keep her.  Her body and my heart were broken with the same unwelcome blow.  But much to my surprise, as the stormy waters subsided, I found that I was still tethered.  Tied as if my life depended on it- and it did- to the One who does not Change.  Tethered to His Word.  To truth.  And truth did not let me sink into the abyss of grief.  

Tethered.  Tethered to One whose gaze never looked away.  To Hands that never dropped me- though it felt like they did.  To a redeeming love so strong that even the living dead can be raised back to life again.  To the promise that what I have entrusted to Him is kept safely in heaven for me until that day.  To a love that cannot be severed by death.  To Resurrection- both now and then.

“Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever.”  Hebrews 13:8

“I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him until that day.”   2 Timothy 1:12



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