There You'll Find Me

by Jenny B. Jones

“Lord, Your faithful love reaches to heaven, Your faithfulness to the skies.” Realizing I’d just spoken the words out loud, my cheeks burned. “When my brother came here a long time ago, it made him think of that verse.”

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; you are Mine. I will be with you when you pass through the waters, and when you pass through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you.

“Maybe you should stop going by what you feel.” He opened my hand and pressed the flower in my grip. “And start going by what you know is truth.”

“To truly try means to accept God’s love, his healing, to accept the world can be ugly, but your heart doesn’t have to be. It takes courage, Finley the warrior. You haven’t held on to your anger and bitterness in search of healing, but as a banner of your hurt. Because it’s real and visible and strong,” she said. “But so is God’s love and so are those arms he’s holding out for you.”

Closing your heart to God and the rest of the world won’t fill those raw places. It just makes more room for Satan to settle in your heart. Makes his lies easier to believe—that you’re not worthy, that God doesn’t truly care.

“He says, ‘I’m here. Waiting. When you’re ready to trust what you know . . . and not what you feel.’”

“‘Nay, in all these things’ . . .” He paused and squinted. “‘We are more than conquerors through him that loved us.’”

That neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.’”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve totally fallen for you, Finley Sinclair.”