Orange Juice
I wonder if I live my whole life like that, like everything good is about to be gone.
Sometimes we look around at our lives and we’re overwhelmed by just how good it is. But don’t those moments feel far too fleeting? We wait for the other shoe to drop or for something to come along and snatch it away from us.
What does this say about us and our definition of what’s good?
And what does it say about our view of a God who says he is always good?
In a world that offers both joy and sorrow, how do we live with an expectation that when it comes to the goodness of God… there’s more where that came from?