my rock admist the winds of change

I am struck by the amount of control emotions have in my view of my life. From complete contentment one week to a raging storm within the next.  Out of each fickle state, my life looks completely different.  Through one set of lenses, I am right where I need to be.  Through the other, I can't think of a better option than to seek out the next adventure.  Nothing external changes, but everything seems different.

This morning, as the battle raged on, I was reminded on the unchanging nature of God, who Paul refers to as "King of ages, immortal" in 1 Timothy and David repeatedly praised for his "steadfast love" in the Psalms.  It is this type of being that I call Father, to whom I am enslaved (Rom 6.22), freed from the powers of this world (Col 2.15). He is the one who has given me the Spirit of Life (Rom 8.2) and a newness of life to walk in (Rom 6.4).  And what is more, as Paul so eloquently stated, absolutely nothing in this world, seen or unseen, can "separate us from the love of God" (Rom 8.38-39)

Therefore, regardless of what temporary wind I am being blow by, my need to praise him does not end because his worthiness to be praised never ends.  I was not created to be served but rather to serve, and the one at whose feet I bow has declared himself as a God "who consoles the downcast" (2 Cor 7.6) and "turns mourning into dancing" (Ps 30.11).  In those two sentences lie the entire meaning of my life. In the words of David, I declare "the Lord is my chosen portion and my cup.  It is he who sustains me."