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Good & Great

It's easy to believe God is great. He is the God of the universe who placed every star in the sky. He created the sun, moon, water, land, animals, and us humans. The words, "God has done great and mighty things," rolls off our tongues with ease. We see or hear about a miracle and proclaim His greatness. We witness a stunning sunset and declare His greatness in the masterpiece of the skies. God's greatness is not easily disputed and readily accepted. But what about His goodness?

This one hit home for me. I can easily state that God is great. But good? Hmmmm. That's a little more complicated. God's goodness is a little more difficult to believe. We struggle to say He is good when our news feeds are inundated with horrific tragedies. Heck, we can take a quick look at our own lives and not be able to find His goodness.

I have come to learn that God's goodness and greatness go hand-in-hand. You cannot have one without the other. If He is great, He is also good. Now we just have to believe it. Denying God's goodness or grappling with His goodness in our lives stifles our faith. The moment we believe God is good is the moment our faith breaks free and increases exponentially.

This especially holds true in the dark spaces that are deeply rooted in pain. If we can see His goodness in that place, we can move mountains with our faith. The moment we believe His goodness is for ourselves, our lives are forever changed.

I will be honest with you, it is far easier for me to say or to see that God is good to others than to identify His goodness in my life. My biggest struggle is feeling worthy of His goodness. I feel like His sacrifice on the cross was FAR greater than I ever deserved so it's more plausible to me that He would withhold His goodness from me. I know this is crazy and that I can do nothing to earn His favor, but it's my way of justifying why I don't deserve His goodness. Denying God's goodness in my life is the same as denying God for He is good. Denying that goodness denies God's true character.

As much as we despise the trials and hard places, it is far easier to maneuver those grounds than find the good in the bad. It's easier to stay stuck in the woe-is-me-mentally than pulling through and having faith that even though life is drowning you right now, God is still good.

Once I realized that His goodness did not waver in the circumstances, I felt a freedom in my faith that I hadn't experienced before. I saw God for exactly who He is: good.

As I look to the big Texas sky at night gazing at the stars I will experience His awe-inspiring greatness, all the while, allowing my soul to rest in His goodness. God is so very good. He's like honey to our souls. Grab onto that goodness even if only a tiny bit and watch your faith explode.

Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” Lamentations 3:22-24

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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