I’ve been thinking a lot lately about this past year. Today marks the one year anniversary of my father walking into the emergency room. One year since everything changed. A year that challenged me, at times terrified me, and pushed me well past all my comfort zones. A year that left me feeling beaten and bruised from the constant pummel of unpredictability.
Through all the uncertainty of this past year, though, I have hung onto the certainty of Christ and his redemptive work on the cross. He was enough then. He is enough now. He will be enough tomorrow.
My Faith Has Found a Resting Place
- My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever-living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.
- Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I came to Him,
He’ll never cast me out.
- My heart is leaning on the Word,
The living Word of God,
Salvation by my Savior’s name,
Salvation through His blood.
- My great physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.
~Eliza E. Hewitt, pub. 1891