The past few weeks have been hard. When I challenge myself to stay near to the feet of my Father, I start to feel hurt. Sometimes, it's my own pain and sorrow and sometimes it's that of others.
It's been about 10 days now that my friend was late to brunch. When she arrived she looked frazzled and torn. We cried and prayed together as she shared of her husband's physical abuse earlier that morning. My heart aches and cries for her as she continues to emotionally heal and tries to forgive and seek counsel and move forward. Not 48 hours later, I received news that a friend lost her 3rd child (her 1st boy) in her womb and would have to deliver a beautiful stillborn baby the next day. Her sorrowful words still echo in my heart as she recounted the days that followed in an email to friends.
I have not been able to do much more than offer tears and sympathy. I have never been through these difficult valleys, nor do I have much to offer in the way of wise words. I am so impressed at the strength in Christ that my friends have demonstrated. I have been humbled that each woman has acknowledged their dependence onGod and that holding on to His strength is the only way that these dear friends can face another day.
There is hope and there is peace when we sit at His feet and pour out our hearts to the One who has taken on more pain than anyone can fathom. There is comfort knowing the Great Comforter knows my name and has a purpose for my life. We may not have the answers and it may not be clear where to go from here, but we certainly can know that there is purpose in all that we experience. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you (James 4:8).
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