Last week I was reading the story of a Rwandan woman who lost most of her family in her country’s genocide. Now she struggles to support local children who became orphans in the wake of the genocide. As expected, her work is difficult and she has few resources, yet she continues to cling to her faith. When asked how she perseveres, she responded, “For this I have Jesus.”
I love this simple
phrase—for this I have Jesus—what an incredible thing to remember, to hang
onto, for so many of life’s trials and triumphs. He is there, by my side, and
whenever I need Him, I just need to ask for mercy or give thanks.
I am troubled when I learn
that a friend has cancer? For this I have Jesus.
My grandson runs to sit on
my lap in the cold Montana morning so I can share my blanket with him? For this
I have Jesus.
My roof cracks under the
weight of heavy ice and rain and I’m at my wits end trying to handle it? For
this I have Jesus.
My brother gets murdered?
For this I have Jesus.
My daughter tells me she is
pregnant with twins? For this I have Jesus.
I’m sleepless with worry
about finances and a million other worldly troubles? For this I have Jesus.
Every minute of every day, for
every decision, every worry, every blessing in my life, I have one song to
sing, one prayer. For this I have Jesus.