Same God

When I find myself anxious at the headlines, undone by events far beyond my reach, I have to steady my soul and remember—He is the same God.

The same God who flung galaxies into the night sky, who scattered stars like seeds across velvet black, is the very One who leaned close and breathed His own breath into your lungs.

The One who was and is and is to come is the same God who counts the strands of your hair as if each were treasure.

The God who cups the whole spinning world in His hands is the same tender Father who holds your tears—each drop gathered, not one lost.

From glory’s throne to straw in a manger, He came—Emmanuel—God with us.

The King of Kings wrapped Himself in humility, not to be served but to serve. The Great I AM bent low, stooping to wash dust off our feet, choosing to make His dwelling not in palaces but in hearts.

The same God who hushed the storm’s howl and silenced raging seas is the God who whispers stillness into your trembling soul.

The One who turned water into wine is the unending well, the fountain that will never run dry.

Father of the fatherless. Defender of the widow. He is El Roi—the God who sees.

He sees you. He sees the ashes of your sorrow. And with a holy breath, He shapes beauty out of dust.

The same God who split the sea wide open to carry His people through on dry ground is the same God who asks you today: trust Me, follow Me.

The One who stooped to lift the scarlet-stained woman that shame had scorned—He sees you too. And He delights in you.

The world may unravel thread by thread. But God does not.

He is the same yesterday, today, forever.

You can hold fast to His thread. 

Unchanging.

Unshaken.

Unfailing.