He calls us out from the depths of our tombs, much as he called Lazarus out from the depth of his tomb, but not before Jesus wept. He weeps for you while you are in the depths of that sorrow, while you are wrestling with the why’s and the tension that exists with your belief in a God who could have spared the shattered pieces.
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Whether we are in the throes of melancholy or dealing with events on catastrophic levels, we are not alone. We can allow our brains to take the shape of our Creator’s thoughts toward us, to “take refuge in the shadow of [his] wings until the disaster has passed” (Psalms 57:1), knowing that “The Lord my God will enlighten my darkness” (Psalm 18:28; 2 Samuel 22:29).
Read MoreThe circumstances in our life that we are confronted with on a daily basis has a tendency to define us; but when we daily roll the losses we encounter onto the shoulders of a God who loves us fiercely and intimately, we learn to walk in His strength and not our own.
Read MoreOur enemy isn’t a weapon. It’s not even a broken, sinful man who committed a horrendous crime. It is a devil who laughs in the face of this incident. He rejoices to see the lives of innocent victims lost. As Christians, our response is “to overcome evil with good”. We cannot change what happens, but we can create acts of love from our Heavenly Father while here on earth.
Read MoreIn the midst of unspeakable tragedy, there begins the floodgates of memories—the beautifully painful memories of those we did not have enough time with, whose lives were cut short, but also memories to create anew. A friend’s recent Facebook post captured my attention about the cycle, brevity, and finality of life, and how quickly life can be altered. How beautifully it can be created, and how it can be violently taken away
Read MoreI wrote My Inner Child two years ago. Poetry is an outlet for my pain. Writing, although difficult, helps get pieces of my brain onto the page so that I have more clarity on my struggles. Little did I know that this is where I would continually meet with our God. Jehovah has used this poem as a place holder in my life. He has been whispering gently to me, “Darling, we are coming back to this place of pain and I will go through it with you.”
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