I
cannot count the times that I have broken promises. To my husband, to my parents, to my
children. From tiny insignificant ones
to big nasty ones. Sometimes it crushes
my heart, and deeply grieves me that I have broken trust; other times…it doesn’t. The devastating thing is that this will keep
on happening, hopefully less frequent, but it is a guarantee that I will
continue to fail, either by forgetfulness or selfishness.
Strangely,
even though I have this great ability to break promises; I am offended when
others break their promises to me.
Observation has shown me I’m not alone in this.
There
is one. One who has never broken a
single promise, whether tiny or massive, he has kept his word Every. Single.
Time. You probably know him, or at least
you’ve heard of him.
Difficulty
mounts in my heart when he beckons me to trust him with the lives of my
children. When a little voice on the
other end of the phone cries because of the pain he feels from the words and
actions of another.
It
is so hard for our human hearts not to assume God will break his promises just
like everyone else we know. But the absolute truth he keeps
pressing in on my heart is that he is just as faithful to my children as he is
to me. He will keep Every. Single.
Promise. I can bank on it.
