Feb
06
I don't really feel like writing a proper blogpost right now. Usually I have some spark of an Idea, a stirring image or compelling climax or... usually it isn't Really All That, but it starts that way in my mind. Tonight, I have nothing. All my edges and in-betweens seem to be worn down and fraying. My physical joints are aching and screwed up; even sitting still hurts them. And that's the state of my soul: falling apart at all the places where I really need to hold together. I don't know what's wrong with me, except... me. I really need my Jesus right now.
That prayer is fitting for every moment of every situation we find ourselves in. Jesus, I need you. Jesus, please come to me.
*hugs* I hope you feel better soon, dearie!! Get a good night's sleep!!
I recall Spurgeon writing about that in a Morning by Morning passage: the mere cry "Lord, help."
It acknowledges all we need to acknowledge: human frailty, depression, pain, heartache, God's power, God's mercy, God's grace, God's love... When our bodies ache and our souls are frayed, I think we are always given enough strength for that last plea:
"Lord, help."
I lift you up in my prayers.
Sometimes, that's really all you can say. I've been there many many times. *snuggles her Moonie*
Sometimes, we fall apart so God can put us back together in a way that makes us more like Christ. It feels ever so painful at times, but there is joy in knowing He works all things for good. And He hears when we cry out. I am praying for you.
Love you, Anna! I was praying for you last night, if it makes you feel any better. I don't have anything else to add to the other comments, but I wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you.
As you can see, Anna, no matter how much you hurt, you are very much loved. Only give a call and we will come running.
"...But something has to drive us out into the world of others, and that thing is suffering. Put simply, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. We are like blocks of stone from which the Sculptor carves a form. The blows of His chisel which hurt us so much are what make us perfect." ~ Lewis. Your sadness or disappointment or whatever it is will yield God's desired result. It leads to the joy that is your destiny.