I hear the words, see the tears and feel that pull…again, and they stir unsettling shards through my spirit. Another heart in pain. Another defeated, “giving-her-all” kind of woman who’s dragging her self esteem around these days like broken shoelaces through mud puddles.
She trembles words of sadness, a hurting soul waving the white flag of surrender, tearing at my emotions. I listen through tears as my heart wants to reach through to hers to embrace and comfort, to remind her that it’s our God who gives rest to the weary, strengthens the weak. Only the armor of God can pierce through layers of rejection, denial, self doubt and depression.
My words meet hers in mid flight.
My hope battles her reality.
My God over her questioning of Him.
Something gives way from within when desperation wipes away a woman’s spark. That certain something special gifted to each one of us seems a fragile butterfly at times, especially when life finds us on our knees sifting through the rubble in search of purpose and reason.
But they’re there – His purpose and His reason, though sometimes hidden behind demands and the things that break us down. Seems all too often it’s the sweetest, gentlest of spirits expected to endure the ugly wringing out of the soul. Perhaps, it’s because they’re the biggest threat; capable of bringing the most glory to the darkest day – a vessel through which the light of the Lord shines the brightest.
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
(Matthew 5:14-16) NIV