Maybe it’s the fresh air from the open window and the bright beauty of hot pink roses spilling over the neighbor’s fence. Maybe it’s the sunlight dappling the yellow and red and brown and green of fall leaves. Maybe it’s the perfect cup of coffee and the coziness of the throw blanket I’m snuggled under.

Peace and hope and rest. That’s what fills me this morning. Maybe it was the Psalm I read this morning:

Psalm 33:11-22

But the LORD’s plans stand firm forever; his intentions can never be shaken.

What joy for the nation whose God is the LORD, whose people he has chosen as his inheritance.

The LORD looks down from heaven and sees the whole human race.

From his throne he observes all who live on the earth.

He made their hearts, so he understands everything they do.

The best-equipped army cannot save a king, nor is great strength enough to save a warrior.

Don’t count on your warhorse to give you victory- for all its strength, it cannot save you.

But the LORD watches over those who fear him, those who rely on his unfailing love.

He rescues them from death and keeps them alive in times of famine.

We put our hope in the LORD. He is our help and our shield.

In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name.

Let your unfailing love surround us, LORD, for our hope is in you alone. …

For the believer, there is hope; even as we see the truth of Proverbs 28 playing out all around us: “When there is moral rot within a nation, its government topples easily. But wise and knowledgeable leaders bring stability.”

Our country is being torn apart at the seams. On purpose. And many have been deceived into thinking it will be better this way. The complete rejection of God in every arena (including many churches) has led us to a place where the future seems bleak at best. Sure, you now have the freedom to call yourself by demonic pronouns (that’s a real thing, btw), but it’s all a distraction to keep you from noticing the shackles around your wrists growing tighter by the day. This country, never perfect but blessed by God as a Christian nation, is on its way to becoming as soulless as any other godforsaken place. Utter desolation. We deserve it.

And yet.

Hope.

The LORD preserves his people.

Come what may, our salvation is secure.

Come what may, we belong to the Lord.

Come what may, we must stay faithful.

Even if this march towards communism shoves Christians into deplorable circumstances, we have hope.

He is, quite literally, all we need.

But we won’t know that fully until he’s all we have.

Tell a friend.

Peace.