A couple of weeks ago, I had to stay home from church. Rather I needed to stay home and have some alone time with Jesus. Have you ever felt like that? You don’t want to go to church and ruin everyone’s joy. In addition to faking as though you’re okay. That day, I wasn’t. That weekend was filled with a broken heart of unmet love and desire. I’d had it up to HERE with waiting on God. Dear God, I’m 34…..remember me? Well, of course He does. How would He forget? That’s not His character. So, I stayed home and had my own form of church. Music off. TV off. Into His arms and Word I fell. Filling the room with songs of praise yet with talks of despair. I poured out my angst, my emotions and my heart. The conflict of wanting to wait for His best and yet wanting it now was overwhelming. Trying to figure Him out brought on stress. On this day, I found it hard to trust and hard to rest—in Him. Something had to give.
…In other words, I kept it real. And as I did that, I know He grieved with and for me. He knows the agony of wait. He understands the deception unfulfilled longing can bring. It cries out, why have you forsaken me? Like Mary and Martha…..I cried. God, if only you would do this….now.
But in His mind-blowing wisdom, His Glory is far more important than our feelings and our happiness. He wants us to bear fruit that will last. Nevertheless, He is the God who comforts. My feelings were no surprise to Him and yet He. Cares. Deeply.
At the end of the day, it really is all about Him. I know the end of the story, because it’s already done. And because of His promises and standing in Faith, it’s already done for you as well.
Dry your tears. Give Him your heart. Breathe.
One day at a time. He’s with you and for you.
Jesus Wept (John 11:35 NKJV)
“Jesus…sits…between Mary and Martha, puts an arm around each, and…weeps with them. He weeps for them. He weeps with you.
He weeps for you…
Mourning is not disbelieving… A person can enter a cemetery Jesus-certain of life after death and still have a Twin Tower crater in the heart.
Christ did. He wept, and he knew he was ten minutes from seeing a living Lazarus!
And his tears give you permission to shed your own.
Grief does not mean you don’t trust; it simply means you can’t stand the thought of another day without the Jacob or Lazarus of your life…
So grieve, but don’t grieve like those who don’t know the rest of the this story”
Posted on: August 11, 2014, by : admin