What do you do when your heart’s broken–when you don’t want to get up in the morning? How much can one heart take? How many times after getting struck down, can one continue to rise again?
There comes a point when the shattered pieces feel like they are un-mendable, irreparable. People say the tide will change, a new day will come...But when you’re in a soul griping, heart wrenching whirlpool, in the blackest of nights, hope seems galaxies away!
You’re too exhausted, too broken to cry out for help. You can only whisper, and it’s so faint that the sound of one tear dropping drowns it out.
But Someone hears. Things may not make sense. Pain may surround and envelope us. Tears may pour out til they run dry. Sobs may explode from our souls.
Someone hears.
Someone is listening.
Someone is there holding us when we’ve lost all sensation to feel His arms around us.
Someone cares, though everything exhibited argues that He doesn’t.
His shoulders are broad enough to handle our anger. Even when we pull away, feeling betrayed, He remains, waiting for us to let Him hold and comfort us again. He will be there waiting, no matter how much time and space we need.
There is an incomprehensible battle going on. The evil forces of our lifelong enemy are stirring up horrendous hurricanes, in an attempt to overturn our boat and hold us beneath the waves until we perish. Right now I’m battered, freezing, gasping for air, and crying out with the disciples, “Lord, don’t you care if we drown?”
And whether I believe it or not, He is still able to calm the storm and save me. He hasn’t changed, though it feels like He has. His power is still mightier. His compassion still beats strong. He did not bring or cause the storm, though He may have allowed it. The story of Job is a lifesaver thrown my way–a lifesaver I’m clinging to that there will come a point where God will step in and the words “Satan, your time is up,” will thunderously rumble from His mouth.
He is the Head of the Coastguard. He’s spotted me. He’s heard my cry to be rescued--to be saved. If you are in the water too, if waves have pounded you and left you exhausted, aching and worn out, join me as we cling to the life preserver that the sands of the devil’s hourglass are dropping. His time will run out!
I anticipate the day when you join me as we burry our toes beneath warm sand and bask in the sunlight on heaven’s seashores, recalling far off memories of the devil’s pitiful attempts to snatch us from the hand of our Savior! He’s just no match! Never has been! Never could be!
3 promises to claim:
“He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With a long life I will satisfy him and let him see My salvation.”Psalm 91:14-16
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”Isaiah 46:3 & 4
“...Neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand. My Father who gave them Me, is greater than all, and no man is able to pluck them out of My Father’s hand.”John 10:28 & 29
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