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You’ve Got Me

Lately, I have found myself somewhat adrift. It’s easy to feel like I’m just floating along and bracing myself for the next wave. It’s a new, growing season-not a bad one.

In my weakest moments, I am reminded by my gracious Father that He’s got me. The following is an excerpt from a journal entry from a few weeks ago after a difficult few days. I hope it resonates with you as God spoke this beautiful word over me.

“And you remind me that in you I have a future and hope. Regardless of this season. Regardless of those around me. Regardless of the strife that has become a daily battle. Regardless. You’ve got me. If my focus stays in you, that’s where I belong.

Not in a place.

Not with a person.

Not with a group.

In you.”


When I penned these words, I was desperate to have relief from the anxiety of life. In exhaustion, emotionally and spiritually, I put the pen to paper and poured my heart out to my Father who so lovingly reminded me of His promise:


For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah‬ ‭29‬:‭11‬ ‭NLT‬‬)


The fact is when I look at the circumstances around me, it would be easy to get discouraged and wonder if I’m making an impact for the kingdom in the way I live and the things I say. But my plans and ways are not God’s. Before He laid the foundations of the earth, He saw me, in this moment, and knew I needed hope. I needed to be reminded that my future is in Him.


A future. A hope. A future hope. What I see right now is the immediate. I can’t see the future, which is probably a good thing. But God, my Creator, Redeemer, and Friend has given me all that I need in this moment. I can breathe easier, knowing that He’s got me. My future hope is in Him alone.


© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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