Faith and Grieving Post 1
“I have heard all about you, Lord. I am filled with awe by your amazing works. In this time of our deep need, help us again as You did in years gone by…” Habakkuk 3:2
My life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would. Yes, I have had many, innumerable blessings and joy! More than I could ever recall. I thank God that my life has been a good one.
But life brings hardships. Christianity is a life of hardships. I shouldn’t be surprised, really. I feel overwhelmed by my suffering. As I read my Bible, throughout the day, I see all throughout Scripture that suffering is a theme throughout.
We are a sinful people, saved by grace. Suffering comes with the territory. But, my God, Jesus did no wrong and yet He suffered. He suffered unto death. For me. For all mankind. Jesus knows my suffering better than anyone! I trust you, Jesus, because I know You will help me through this suffering.
Grieving is part of my healing process. But my hope is in God and this brings me joy in my suffering. It’s not a festival or gaiety type of joy. Jesus, this joy You give me is a quiet, peaceful, knowing that You are so close to me and I am in the safety of Your protective arms. So, I don’t feel guilty going through this grieving, no matter how long it takes. I will weep and cry for a very long time, I’m sure. However, I will not weep as one who has no hope! My joy is knowing that in my grief, Jesus is with me. He will never leave me. Jesus understand my tears. At the gravesite of His friend, Lazarus, Jesus wept. (John 11:35)
I read the account of Jesus as He wept, again, bitterly, even to the point of sweating drops of blood. He was in the Garden of Gethsemane. He was about to face His death on the cross. He asked His Father three times to “remove this cup” He was about to go through. His Father didn’t remove it, however, and Jesus was obedient.
Jesus, I don’t in any way suggest that my pain and anguish of heart compare to that of You, my Savior. But, I do know that You know and understand my anguish. I know You hold me tightly in Your arms as I daily cry out to You, “Why? Why did this happen?” There come no replies to my cries. But, I know He weeps with me. I feel His arms around me. And I hear His soft, “Shh. Shh,” as He rocks me tightly in His embrace!