God is good

God is good.

All the time.

But what about today?

What about the moment when breath catches in your chest, and your world splinters with a single phone call, a diagnosis, a goodbye, a silence too heavy to carry?

Is He still good—

when the words, “I’m sorry, there’s no heartbeat,” echo louder than your sobs in the sterile quiet of a cold exam room?

When the people you trusted with your soul

walk away without looking back,

leaving your heart bleeding on the doorstep of what once was?

Is He still good—

when you sit in the funeral home lobby

with trembling hands and tear-stained cheeks,

choosing caskets instead of birthday cakes,

songs for mourning instead of celebration?

When your name is dragged through dirt you never walked in, when lies echo louder than truth? Where is His goodness then?

I’ll be honest—

Some days, I struggle to find it.

Some days, it hides behind grief’s shadow,

behind disappointment’s sneer and silence’s roar. Some days, faith feels like fingernails scraping at stone, like whispering hope into a void that doesn’t answer back.

But even still—

even when I cannot see,

when I cannot feel,

when I cannot understand—

I hold this single thread, fragile though it may be:

If He is not good, nothing holds.

The stars lose their brilliance.

The sunrise forgets to rise.

The cross becomes meaningless.

And everything I’ve clung to shatters.

But He is good.

Not because life always is.

But because His goodness runs deeper than pain, stronger than death,

truer than the loudest lie.

His goodness doesn’t change with the weather of my circumstances—

it anchors me in them.

So even when my hands hang limp at my sides,

when my prayers feel like smoke in the wind,

when my tears baptize the floor beneath me—

I will whisper it still,

with what little breath I have left:

God is good.

Still.

Always.

Even today.