Man, the goodness of God has been straight-up ambushing me lately, and I’m sitting here in my freezing Michigan basement at 6:14 a.m. with unbrushed teeth, ugly-crying into my lukewarm coffee because of it.
Like, two weeks ago I was spiraling hard. Bills stacking, kid melting down about algebra, and I’m over here stress-eating gas-station taquitos at 11 p.m. while doom-scrolling. Classic American trash-panda behavior. Then out of nowhere this quiet thought hits me: “I still woke up today. That’s not nothing.” And boom, there’s that sneaky goodness of God again, showing up when I’m at my most pathetic.
Anyway, here’s my very un-polished, very midwestern list of how the goodness of God actually transforms my chaotic daily life. No fluff, just me rambling like we’re on the porch drinking burnt Folgers. https://bible.org/seriespage/3-goodness-god
How the Goodness of God Totally Rearranges My Anxiety at 3 A.M.
I wake up panicking about money (again). Heart racing, brain doing that annoying hamster-wheel thing. But lately, instead of grabbing my phone, I just mutter, “God, You see this mess.” And every single time, this ridiculous peace settles in my chest. Not because the bills disappear (they don’t, trust me), but because the goodness of God reminds me I’m not carrying it alone. It’s dumb how well it works. I hate that it works. https://www.ligonier.org/learn/devotionals/gods-goodness
The Way God’s Goodness Makes My Road Rage… Slightly Less Murderous
True story: Last Tuesday some dude in a lifted truck cut me off on I-96. Normally I’d be laying on the horn, dropping creative profanity, full Karen energy. Instead I heard myself whisper, “Lord, have mercy on that idiot.” And then I laughed? At myself? Because who even am I anymore? The goodness of God is literally rewiring my temper, and I’m both grateful and low-key annoyed about it.
Goodness of God Turning My Grocery Store Meltdowns into Something Sacred???
Okay this one’s embarrassing. I’m in Meijer, exhausted, kid begging for Lucky Charms, and I’m two seconds from losing it in the cereal aisle. Then I spot this old man struggling to reach the oatmeal on the top shelf. Something in me just… moves. I grab it for him, he smiles like I handed him a million bucks, and suddenly the whole fluorescent-lit hellscape feels holy? That’s the goodness of God hijacking my worst moments and making them weirdly beautiful. I walked out crying in the parking lot. Again.
When God’s Goodness Makes Me Text People I Ghosted
I’ve been that friend who disappears for six months. But lately random names pop into my head at 2 a.m. and I actually text them: “Hey, been thinking about you. You okay?” Every single time they answer something like “I really needed this today.” Bro. The goodness of God is out here using my flaky butt as a delivery service. https://www.blueletterbible.org/faq/attributes/attribute_good.cfm
How the Goodness of God Ruins My Pity Parties (In a Good Way)
I love a good wallow, okay? Give me sad playlists and ice cream and leave me alone. But now when I start spiraling, some song lyric or Bible verse I forgot I knew just… appears. And suddenly I’m ugly-sobbing but it’s the grateful kind? The goodness of God keeps interrupting my drama with actual hope, and it’s rude but also lifesaving.
Here’s the rest, rapid-fire because my kid just woke up yelling about missing socks:
- Makes me tip way too much at crappy diners because “maybe they’re having a worse day than me”
- Turns my prayers from grocery lists into actual conversations (weirdly comforting)
- Lets me forgive people I swore I never would (still mad about it)
- Gives me random bursts of energy to clean my disgusting fridge??
- Makes me believe tomorrow might not completely suck
Look, I’m still a hot mess. I yelled at my kid yesterday, forgot to thaw the chicken again, and my bank account is laughing at me. But underneath all my chaos, the goodness of God is doing quiet, stubborn surgery on my heart every single day.
So yeah. If you’re waiting for your life to be Instagram-perfect before you let God in, good luck with that. His goodness apparently loves dive bars, traffic jams, and 3 a.m. panic attacks just as much as sunsets and mountain tops. https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/gods-goodness-hard-times/
Try noticing it today. Text that person. Tip the exhausted waitress. Cry in your car if you need to. The goodness of God is already there, waiting to mess you up in the best way.
(Also someone please remind me to brush my teeth.)
