February 28, 2018
a story about the sky
I've always struggled with worry. It comes and goes in different forms, sometimes dramatic and looming, sometimes small but constant. Lately I've had to deal with little bursts of worry that explode in my face. I shield myself only to look up and see another one coming.
A lot of things are changing for me right now (I could write about hundred posts about the emotional ups and downs of it all, but hopefully I can do at least one soon) (just about the specific change, not the emotional side, don't worry I won't bore you with that). But through it all one verse I've always loved has given me immense comfort.
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
I have a love/hate relationship with change. I love uncharted, exciting adventures, mixed with tantalizing dreams and plans and challenges.
I hate giving up thing I have loved, whether it be places or people or things that remind me of places and people and eras I can never live over again. (I feel like an old woman sometimes. For goodness sake's, Natalie, you're 19 not 90. You have your whole life ahead of you. :P)
Today, after a morning and early afternoon of feeling tired and worried but bound to accomplish some tedious tasks, I went outside with a cup of tea, my Bible, a book, and a notebook.
Before I did anything, I just sat and breathed in the steam of my tea and looked at the sky. And looked again.
Endless blue, giant clouds carefully shaped into billows and swirls, warm light gilding their edges.
It made my worries feel so small. The sky right above me was so great and glorious—and it was only a patch of the entire great and glorious sky made by an even greater and more glorious Creator.
I read my Bible and prayed and sipped my tea till it grew too cool to enjoy any longer. I felt thankful, looking at the sky. Because my worry will come and go but Jesus is constant. His power beyond anything in this world is constant. His love for me is constant.
And so is His love for you. ♥