“All Your promises are true.” 

The words of a familiar song rang hollow in the air as I unpacked our suitcases. It was the end of an eventful journey back to our ministry in a bustling city in the middle of a crowded island in Asia-Pacific. A week that included an emergency hospital stay in a foreign country, several flight changes, a few unplanned days in the capital city, and what felt like the worst case of jetlag yet. 

I felt ragged and worn. Knowing our family would be spending a month or two living as guests in someone else’s home while we searched for a place to rent only made me feel more displaced. I could not for the life of me think of a single promise on which to anchor my hurting heart.  

As I sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry, my mind raced with thoughts of what God had not promised… “He never said this would be easy. Jesus didn’t have a place to lay His head, so it’s selfish to expect a home!” 

The thoughts came quicker now…  “His promises were for Israel, Sarah, not for YOU! You think He cares about your petty complaints?! He’s got bigger things to concern Himself about! Did God really say you mattered? Now toughen up and fight for yourself if no one else will!” 

Our enemy’s aim is to keep us from trusting God’s Word and His trustworthiness, and it’s a battle that has been raging since the Garden of Eden. 

I wish I could say that it took only minutes for me to turn to the Truth of God’s Word. My jetlagged body, anxious mind, and stubborn heart resisted for a miserable week before I finally gave in to the tender work of the Holy Spirit. He gently encouraged and settled my heart with promises from His Word.  

He will not leave me (Hebrews 13:5). 

He cares about me (1 Peter 5:7). 

He is for me (Romans 8:31-34). 

Faithful, proven, through all our tight places and heartache and transition. All His promises are true.