God is Making All Things New

**NOTE: While I genuinely love all the Mid-Morning shows, I'm really excited about today's. We have a couple of people from an Extreme Makeover: Home Edition family (who also happen to be David Phelps fans!!), plus a recipe contest winner (and I got to make the recipe for the work crew to try in honor of the show today), and a Little House on the Prairie enthusiast on today. I get to join in the show as well, so hop online here to catch it at 10 or to catch it on the archives if you miss it live! **

This past weekend brought another one-year marker from my relationship with Isaac. It was a year ago that I traveled to visit him, and that weekend brought the beginning of the official end of our relationship. It was during that weekend, he told me he couldn't keep pursuing a future with me.

I remember that Sunday morning, watching him drive away to go to church, and then putting on my Easter dress I'd brought to wear to church...and walking in my flip flops to a shelter house nearby, falling flat on my face, and sobbing to the Lord. When he came home, I sat on the couch beside him, and gave to him the blue pottery the Lord had urged me to bring to wash his feet. And then I got in my car and drove away, looking back to see him standing alone, waving. That was the last time I ever saw him.

This past Saturday evening, I was eating dinner with my family, when my phone rang. It was a friend of mine, who managed to squeak out between her tears that her own relationship had just ended. I borrowed my parents' car and sped over to her house to sit with her, hand her tissues, pat her on the back, hug her, and nod. And while we sat there together and I listened to her cry and try to sort through her hurt, I remembered it had been a year.

A year since my own heart broke and I thought I could never breathe again.

While I never would wish that same hurt on her, I was honored she called. I was honored to be able to drop what I was doing and sit with her just as others sat with me.

Sunday morning, in our church service, we sang the song Jesus Saves. I mentioned it on here a few days ago and gave a link to Wes Hampton singing it. As I stood in my pew and sang the words "freedom's calling, chains are falling, hope is dawning bright and true...day is breaking, night is quaking...God is making all things new," I got tears in my eyes. That weekend a year ago, everything felt completely hopeless to me. And yet, in wonderfully mysterious ways, God has called me into freedom, brought the hope of a new dawn, and He's begun to heal my hurting heart.

I wanted to say this today, partly in praise to Him, and partly because maybe your today is like my last year. Maybe you feel like morning will never come. And while I don't know what your circumstances may be, I do know He sees them and wants to love you through them.

And morning will come. He will make all things new.