I don’t want to continue dwelling on the sadness that has been our life for the past few weeks, and please know that that’s not what this post is about. {We’re not all doom and gloom!!}
But rather this is about the hope that can be found, even in the saddest of days.
I don’t often blast out my faith, and this isn’t that, it’s more of a sharing with you that the darkest of nights and the dreariest of days don’t have to last forever.
Honestly speaking, last week was probably one of the worst weeks I’ve experienced in a really long time. By the time we got to Thursday and the news of our baby, I felt like there was no water left in my body, even to express the tiniest of tears. My reaction was more like, “Are you kidding me? How is this happening?”
But I never asked “What did I do to deserve this?”
I more of just asked Jesus, in the quiet of my own heart, to heal me. Heal the utter and complete brokenness that I was feeling. My heart had been stomped on, and it hurt badly.
You know what that feels like. Some of you have lost friends, parents, grandparents, siblings, pets, relationships {of all kinds!!} and it all hurts. Some more intensely than others, but the pain is real and at times, it can seem like it will never end.
As one who went through a burning fire {not literally} several years ago and spent months in the bathroom floor crying, begging for everything to be over, I know that there IS sunshine after the rain. The hurricanes and tornadoes of life come in and can seemingly destroy everything you know, but, when its all over, the skies are the bluest of blues and the sun shines brightly. There is hope. There are happy days ahead.
I share with you a post that a friend sent me today. She said that when she read this earlier this morning, it made her think of me:
My response to her was this: It’s the crap that you go through that makes you WHO you are, and makes you rest in the arms of Jesus. {A friend would say, “slammed up against Him”}. You are forced to become someone/something, not just to be.
He’s there in the quiet. When all the tears are gone…when there is no water left in your body to cry even one tear. He’s always there.
And once you’ve gone through the fire just once, you always remember that. He never leaves. He never forsakes.
Isaiah 45:3
