A promise of peace, not a piece of cake.

For anyone struggling to make sense of the struggle.

I almost didn’t write anything today. But as I stared at the blinking cursor I was reminded of my directive to give you at least one nugget every morning, even if that nugget is a small, or possibly bitter, morsel.

This morning is a small, bitter morsel in some ways. But it just might be what you need to sustain you. After all, that’s what manna in the Bible was. Small. Bitter. But sustaining.¹

So here’s your nugget: God promised us peace, but not a piece of cake.

God promises us peace, not a piece of cake.

This last year has been filled with ups and downs for my family. I’ve come out of addiction to alcohol, my wife got in a life-altering car accident, and as I write this I can overhear her on the phone with Mayo Clinic still trying to figure out the best treatment plan. There have been more times than I can count where I’ve demanded that God be faithful to his promises.

“God, you have to come through!”

This morning was one of those times. I’ve been fighting a bit of cynicism as of late…