Tuesday, May 13, 2014

How Testimony is Born

'Crested Drongo in Tamarind tree' photo (c) 2000, Leonora Enking - license: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/
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.

'Raindrops on Roses...' photo (c) 2007, Sarah Kaufmann - license: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
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



1 comment:

  1. 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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