Not sure where to set it down, though.
Or even if I'm supposed to...
I need a Savior today. Funny how salvation isn't really a one-time thing like some suppose. A one-time prayer that covers all the hard days. I need a Savior everyday.
I need a Rescuer. A Redeemer.
Jesus saves me. Jesus saves me now.
Or so I'm told to pray.
But my hands feel to limp to fold. Tears come more readily than words.
And what to say anyway?
I'm tired? I'm weary with the waiting?
We always think bad things happen because of sin.
"Why was this man born blind? Did his parents sin - or did he sin?"
'Cause certainly somebody sinned. Right?
I'm looking around, too. Wondering who's the culprit... Me again?
Am I the cause of this mess, Lord?
It's a heavy burden sometimes - my own blindness.
But what was it the Master said?
This tragedy. This sorrow. This trial. This ache in my chest.
"...that the Glory of God might be revealed."
What kind of plan is this?
You're hurting SO THAT I can heal you?
Does that even fit with my theology?
So many of the most beautiful miracles come through pain.
Even the (super)natural miracle of childbirth comes to us, riding in on waves of pain.
It never comes with softness only. With quiet calm.
And then this little life is there, it too, letting out a cry after it breaths in it's first breath of air.
The pain leading up seems so.... unbearable.
You just want it DONE. OVER. You'd give anything.
But sometimes the only way up and out is through.
Like the children's book:
"We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh-no! We have to go
So glad there's a promise on the other side. Some day (the Lord knows when) I'll be done going through it.
And I'll be holding my promise in my arms.
With amazement. With laughter. Feeling the moment all the deeper for having waited so long. Just to get through to that precious gift.
And it will have been WORTH it.
And isn't that the Way of the Cross?
And in my suffering I must remember - I have yet to suffer as He did. Unto death.
I can see Him now - up ahead.
I do not travel alone on this road of suffering.
We share both in His victory and His suffering. Sometimes at the same time!
Kingdom ways are a paradox.
Down is Up.
Death is Life.
and sometimes the greatest gifts are given, the greatest victories won, on the path of suffering.
He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed to sow
shall come home with shouts of joy - carrying his sheaves with him." Psalm 126:6
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