The Lord answered. He speaks to me again now. “There are people who keep their promises, sweet one. But I do not want you to trust in man. I want you to trust in me. I keep my promises.”
Promises broken. Most of the people I have loved the most have broken their promises. They have hurt me in ways words cannot touch and humans cannot heal. Their wounds have birthed an ache in me to find promise keepers in my life. Alas, even the one who vowed to be a promise keeper became a promise breaker.
Thank God. Thank you God for broken promises. The Bible teaches me to be thankful in all things.
In the ashes of broken promises I have found the ultimate promise kept.
My Messiah Jesus died and rose again that I might have life through faith in Him. And He promised when He went to sit on the right hand of the Father that He would not leave me an orphan. He would give me the Holy Spirit. This is but the beginning of all His promises kept.
Jesus is my Promise Keeper. He is my Promise Kept.
“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for He is faithful that promised;)…” Hebrews 10:23.