Powerful words aren’t they?
When my sister died I had to make a choice. I chose to believe that He is good no matter what. I can’t put into words the freedom and joy that choice brought me and how it carried me out of grief into life.
But the catalyst causing us to make this choice doesn’t have to be something as big as death, it can be any unanswered prayer or dashed hope.
When have you had to deliberately choose to believe in the goodness of God? Or are you still struggling with this concept? If so, you aren’t alone. I’ll be praying for you. For all of us.
God is good.
Much grace and peace,