Morning Meditation: Justice

Dear Heavenly Father,

This morning I sat with my coffee growing cold, watching a cardinal return again and again to the same bare branch outside my window. Seven times it came back. Seven times it sang into the February air as if spring were already here. And I thought of You — the God who comes back for us, who refuses to give up on a single wandering soul.

Your Word in 2 Peter 3:9 tells us You are not slow in keeping Your promise. We are the ones who confuse patience with absence. We look at the brokenness around us — the neighbor battling addiction, the marriage unraveling down the street, the teenager who stopped coming to church last October — and we wonder where justice has gone. But Your justice has never been the slamming of a gavel. It is the steady, aching patience of a Father who leaves the porch light on.

The world calls that weakness. You call it love.