When The Bottom Falls Out
Some days it feels like the bottom dropped out of our world. Maybe its a phone call, a diagnosis, bad news, family issues, financial issues - the possibilities are as endless and unique as there are people in the world. There is hope for these days.
When the bottom drops out of our lives, it only serves to remind us that those things weren’t actually holding us up.
If you know Christ, He is your foundation. And He never moves. He is rock solid.
My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.
Its so easy for us to base our lives on the things we control. Or at least we think we control. But then those things shift, move. And we’re shaken. What we believed about our family, our life, our body, ourselves, is suddenly not true. And we don’t know where to stand. We search around for solid rock. We start to question things. The things we thought were true, what the future will hold, how we will be able to move forward.
When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.
Dear one, your worth was never based on anything you have done. Or grown up as. Or the relationships you have. Or don’t have. Not your worth, not your identity, not the core of who you are. You have worth solely because Jesus loves you. Your identity is that you are a child of God. The core of who you are is based on those two facts. Jesus loves you and He died so that you could be a child of God. That’s it. Nothing that happens to us in this world can change that.
His oath, his covenant, his blood
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.
His oath, His covenant, His blood. These are the things that we can stand on. That sustain us when the bottom seems to fall out of our lives. This is what we go back to over and over again. When the bottom drops out, when the flood overwhelms us, when it seems that all is lost or shaken, He, then, is ALL my hope. All my hope, and all I need. The solid rock that my slipping feet are searching for. The place I can plant my feet and feel secure on the foundation of my life. When I’m standing on Christ the solid rock, it doesn’t matter if all other ground is sinking sand, I’m secure. And that is all my hope.