Rescued

I love God. I love how detailed he is. I love how he knows it all, end to beginning and orders it with the purpose of rescuing me. I love how good he is, so good I can’t even imagine it.
I love how God reveals himself to me in tiny ways that I call coincidence or fate or good luck. I love how he doesn’t demand recognition but keeps on putting my life together despite my best efforts to tear it all apart.
When I’m I need of blog inspiration or know I should study his word, I often put a keyword into a Bible web site search and just soak in the scriptures that pop up. Most days, I run across something I wasn’t looking for that turns out to be just what I needed.
Today was such a day. I had been praying about some sad things that have happened recently. About not just the need for God to heal people’s bodies, but our need for him to steady our thoughts and give us peace. As I was praying I felt that tangible presence of the Holy Spirit that pushes the burdens out and lifts the heart in an instant.
I hope you’ve had this experience. Faster than the blink of an eye despair flies away and your very muscles relax. Peace with all capitals. It doesn’t come from any change in the circumstances and it usually comes when it’s just you and God all alone.
I had just such an experience this morning and heard myself thanking God for my “rescue”.
This led me to do that keyword search for the word “rescue” in the Bible. Which led me to one of those sweet verses that God had set me up to find.

Isaiah 46:4
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

If this is all God says to me for the rest of today, it’s more than enough. It tells me that God will never lose track of me or my needs. That he will always be the one to provide my rescue. When I’m old and can’t walk through my storms anymore; I will be carried. When I’ve nothing left to hang on to; I will be sustained.
Beginning to end, I am in a continuous state of love.
Because in the beginning, he was preparing the end.
I love that about my God.