Don't know what February will bring. That isn't just for me. For any of us. If there's one thing which is certain about life it's that nothing is certain.
But I have a dependable and reliable God who holds my life in his hands. At the cross. Jesus died for my sin, paying the price I could never pay myself. It's not about my performance or good works (which is a very good thing!). It's all about his amazingly generous love and grace towards me.
When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.