I normally don’t share like this on my e-zine because I have a blog for my personal family life ramblings but I really feel like I need to write this to encourage you in your journey. I purposely left out all the details of the situation because my hope is not to exalt the evil being done but instead to bring hope to the downtrodden that have found themselves in my place and to remind them that we can stand blameless with great joy before Him!
Can I hear an amen!
I finally had a moment to grieve but nothing would come forth. I sat there as the warm water rushed over me yet my soul felt cold and numb. I wanted to cry but the tears lay–suspended in my heart.
Once again I found myself in an all too familiar situation.
Once again I was allowing His truth to be buried under the rubble of destruction and pain. It wasn’t just any destruction, it was human demolition. The kind that hurts to the core: hatred, lies, gossip and anger.
Even though it has been well over 6 years, since the last time I had a person physically and emotionally rip my world apart with their insecurity, lies, anger, gossip and their unstable emotional health. In the matter of hours, afresh laid an open wound before me. Even though I came to a place of forgiveness without any apologies made, I still found myself once again reliving all of those feelings. Those feelings that had found calm in the midst of the storm were now being stirred and haunting me to the core. I was afraid.
I sat there shaking–another human tornado was out to destroy.
But in the midst of the darkness flashes of His truth would cross my mind:
He is my refuge.
He is Truth.
He shines in the darkness.
He is for me, do not fear.
I wanted with all my heart to believe these truths. So, the battle began! I was fighting. I was fighting the pain but He said, “Don’t fight it. Let yourself go there.” I was fighting the lies and He continued to whisper His truth. I was trying to dig myself out and He took me in His arms and said, “Let me!” In the shadow of my wings, my dear child find refuge.” (Psalms 91:4)
Unsure of why I couldn’t let the tears come forth, I continued there in the darkness silently weeping, nothing would come forth. I couldn’t let myself fully feel the pain. I didn’t want to go back to that grave.
The longer I sat there, the more He worked, I finally let go and His truth broke the numbness. I begin to feel. I felt a little warmth at my finger tips. Oh, it was a bittersweet sensation of His love and my pain.
The flood opened wide and the tears began to trickle down. I was reminded why I didn’t want to let myself feel. It hurts too much to hold the pain, exposed in the palms of my hands. The warmth took over my heart, and the tears turned into sobbing.
It was a strange feeling of emotions–freedom and pain.
Once again, the tears came to a halt. I was unable to fully embrace it all. “It’s too much. It’s just too much!”, I yelled.
Oh Lord why are people so evil. Why would anyone do that to me? I was overcomed by my situation and the evil nature of the people involved. I bawled until the streams dried.
He let me cry. He didn’t condemn me for my thoughts and feelings that I’m sure at the moment were in some shape or form, irrational. But this is what gets me, this part right here–He gently approached me and He began to whisper His truth once again. His truth began to rise up to the depths of my heart into the rubble and darkness. Then He ever so sweetly reminded me:
Love your enemies.
Pray for your enemies.
I am greater.
I am your Healer.
Out of ashes you will rise.
You will stand blameless with fullness of joy before His presence.
Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to make you stand in the presence of His glory blameless with great joy. Jude 24
My lips uttered their names.
The names of my enemies. And I began to pray.
“Lord, I don’t hate them but I also don’t know how to love them. Help me feel your healing hand. Help them see your Truth. Your salvation.
Awaken in me, Lord. Awaken in me. I want your peace. I have walked around in the darkness buried by the lies.
Arise oh my soul. Arise.
I trust you! I believe your truth. Not for one minute have I doubted Your greatness in the midst of this but still I carry the burden, my joy has been robbed. My soul is downtrodden.
Awaken in me, oh Lord.”
This has been going on in my head for about thirty minutes in between sobs and silence.
He calls me again, “Arise, arise my beloved.”
He brought me to my feet and my hands went up in the air. I am not a “hands in the air” kind of girl, but nevertheless, my arms stood there suspended, hanging in mid-air symbolically saying to God–It’s yours, take it. The pain I was holding just a few minutes ago, in the palm of my hands, was now being handed over to Him.
“Help me Lord, help me leave this in your hands. Awaken your truth in me that is now buried in the ashes” “
At that moment I lifted my pain to Him and Chris Tomlin’s song began playing, and with boldness and with tears I sang:
“Let faith arise. I lift my hands to believe again. You are my refuge. You are my strength. As I pour out my heart….. I remember you are faithful God forever.”
Surely, I will rise like the sun in the darkness. Let the Smile of your face Shine on me, Lord. Psalms 4:6
Sometimes we have to call our faith to rise up out of the darkness. Not because we don’t believe but because it has been buried in the rubble of destruction and pain. You can’t see clearly.
Sometimes we have to call our soul to awaken and to rise out of the ashes. Not because we have lost our hope but because we are weak.
Even though we have been holding on with a tight grip, our hands go numb and we lose feeling, we lose our joy. The truth gets distorted and we begin to question.
At that moment He holds out his hand and reaches for ours, to help us rise again.
Arise my friend. May He awaken in you, what He has given to YOU. Don’t just claim His truth, but believe it even if you have to do it every 10 minutes.
“Arise and shine for your light has come and the Glory of the Lord rises upon you. Isaiah 60:1
What are ways you find encouragment in the midst of hard times?
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