I know I whine a lot. I'm easily distracted. I blow up my problems way out of proportion.
But I wanted to let you know that, no matter how much I obsess about my shortcomings and sufferings, pulling them to the forefront and magnifying them a thousandfold--my God is so much bigger. I don't care how many times you've heard it, or how cliche it sounds. Because it's true. And if you're anything like me, you could probably use the reminder.
My God is the Maker of Heaven and Earth, and He keeps every single one of His promises. He fought for me and called me His own, and He's not giving up on me. He is going to come through for me in my life in ways my brain can't even comprehend right now. He is on my side; nothing can stand against me. That is the reality of the situation. Of every situation.
Him. Not me. He's the Hero of this story. And although I usually hate to ruin endings, here's a hint: He wins.