I keep meaning to go pick some blackberries, but every time I think about it the temperature outside is about 97 degrees, and the humidity is about 90%. Nope. Too hot. Way too hot.

Pretty soon they’ll be gone and I will have missed them. I’ll miss eating more than I put in the bucket while I’m picking. I’ll miss blackberry cobbler. That was probably Julie’s favorite dessert. That’s probably the real reason I’m avoiding going to pick berries.

I don’t want to have to eat that dessert again without her. I know I will, but I don’t want to have to do it. She should be here. She should be sitting beside me talking about how good it is.

But she’s not. We won’t get to do anything like that until one day when we’re all together again. I still can’t understand how it happened. How is she dead? How can this be? Not Julie – surely not Julie; not one of my children. Is this real?

Not once in my life did I ever believe this would happen. I knew it could but never thought it would. Not to our family.

But why on earth would I think we would be exempt from anything? That’s just foolish. We’re not anything special. We’re no different than other families who love their children. Why could it not happen?

It could and it did. I just didn’t know. But just because I didn’t know, just because I didn’t see it coming, doesn’t change the fact that the Lord is good. It doesn’t tarnish the truth that He loves me. It doesn’t cast any shadow on His unchanging faithfulness. It doesn’t change Him at all.

He is the silver that never tarnishes. With Him there is no fear of Him changing – He promised His love to me and He will keep His promises. Always.

In a world where nothing stays the same – nothing; not even what you thought would be here at least for your own lifetime – our Heavenly Father does not change. It comforts me to think of Him being so steadfast and sure; giving me that same loving kindness He has always given me.

I know I’ve used this verse before but it’s what He’s bringing to mind this morning.

Lamentations 3:22-23 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Phyllis Keels


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