“But God, this is not fair.” “But God, I don’t want to.” “But God, I can’t.” “But God, this is too hard.” “But God, what if they don’t love me back?” “But God, I don’t have time for this.” “But God, I’m so tired.”
Those two little words, “But God.” have come out of my ungrateful and entitled heart so often lately. (I’m not proud of that, btw.)
But God, is ever so faithful to point me to His word. To His promises. To His grace. To His provision.
But God will redeem my life from the grave; he will surely take me to himself.
But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.
Today, as I whine and complain about all that is not fair or not right or too hard, may my whiney “But God’s” be exposed to the brilliance of the mighty “But God!!’s”. In my uttered groanings of attempted self-sufficiency, may I realize that even I can’t be trusted, but God can.