"All" Is A Powerful Word

Reflection:
I used to keep an invisible scorecard with God. Good prayer time? Plus one. Lost my temper? Minus two. Missed church? Back to zero. I treated His goodness like a paycheck—something I could earn or lose with one bad week.
Then I noticed who wrote Psalm 145. David. The man who slept with his friend's wife, arranged his murder, and watched his family shatter from the fallout. If anyone had reason to write "The Lord is good to the righteous" or "to those who finally get it together"—it was David, covering his tracks.
But that's not what he wrote.
He wrote all.
All includes the grandmother watching her grandchildren grow up without faith. All includes the widow who's angry at God and guilty about it. All includes the caregiver so exhausted she can't remember her last real prayer. All includes you on your worst day, your most distracted worship, your thousandth confession of the same stubborn sin.
God's compassion isn't a reward for the deserving. It's rain falling on fields that didn't earn it—couldn't earn it. It's who He is before you did anything right or wrong.
You're not on the outside looking in. You never were.
Ask Yourself:
  • Where have I been keeping score with God, as if His goodness could run out?
  • Who in my life needs to hear that they're included in "all" today?
Dear Father,
Sometimes I catch myself keeping score with You—adding up good days, subtracting bad ones, quietly wondering if I've somehow slipped outside Your kindness. But You are good to all. And today I want to believe that all really does mean all.
Thank You for a goodness I didn't earn and can't lose. Today I'm laying down the scorecard—not because I finally got it right, but because You never asked me to keep one. Help me stop striving and simply rest in who You've always been.
You are good. I am Yours. That's enough.
In Jesus' name, Amen.