There’s an angry wind
whipping through the trees today. Anything not anchored down stands a good
chance of getting toppled over or otherwise disheveled…much like the umbrella I
watched this morning as an unexpected gust uprooted it from my garden and sent it
somersaulting right over the fence into my neighbor’s yard.
Oops…uumm, can I have
that back? (all smiles)
Sometimes when harsh winds
blow, when angry storms rage, when life brings us to our knees with shock and
awe of the deepest kind and we find ourselves helpless and out of control, our
natural instinct is to run for cover. We duck and hide, turn away and
against the pain and the suffering until the winds cease and we’re back to
rainbows and song birds. We shy away from the bad
memories; the piercing ones that sting clear into years of gray hair and
wrinkles and forever poison the soul.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall
be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for
the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)
But what if it’s not that
easy?
What if you feel God running
each memory through your mind like a continuous slide show?
What if He’s leading you to
face each painful one head on; to look at and dissect every feeling, every emotion
and hurt…over…and over…again?
And your heart cries out, “Why, Lord? Why do I have to keep going there re-living and re-hurting over and over when it just adds to my anger and resentment?”
Perhaps that’s how healing
happens. When you agree to walk back through the fire…again…, but this time
knowing He’s right behind you, beside you and ahead of you
with every gasp and every tear.
Because
that’s where testimony lies, He whispers.
Because His hand is in the
living and the breathing and the sighing AFTER the storm as well as during it! Perhaps
it’s the wisdom gained in those years of gray hair and wrinkles that allows us
to see and feel those memories more clearly and with maturity.
If we'd been handed a lifetime
of days filled with rainbows and song birds, we’d easily crumble with the onset
of the first clouds. The tears, the confusion, the deepest pain…He’s been there
with you through it all ready to bless you with abundant healing and mercy on the other side.
It’s a process to get from hurt to healed; a journey you don't have to walk alone.
Blessings,
Debbie
Debbie, thank you so much for sharing these words. The Lord is speaking through you, my friend. I needed these words today. Bless ya, sweet sister!
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