I brushed my teeth last night with a burdened soul. Human beings are capable of doing awful things to one another. And I'm not excluding myself. I've said hurtful words, possessed a bitter attitude, thought wicked thoughts I wish to bury twenty feet below.
I checked on my children one last time for the night. Their little chests rise and fall with deep sleep and I remember another piece of bad news I learned earlier in the day. A former acquaintance arrested for child pornography. My heart literally hurts.
As I snuggled beneath the sheets, I turned on my Kindle. I usually read fiction before bed, but this night my need for hope and truth overpowered my need for a good, made-up story. I clicked on the Bible and the page automatically popped up to where I'd left off in Luke: the birth of Jesus.
One sentence was all it took for my soul to lighten, for hope to come sweeping in, for whispers of truth to echo around the champers of my heart. A single passage in God's Word once again righted my world.
God knew. He knew our hopelessness. He knew our weakness, and still loved us. He planned for it and saved us. This is not the end.
Thank you, God.
What do you do when bad news threatens to consume your thoughts?