Okay, honestly - it was a really hard week. And my heart hurts. I'm not sure exactly where the wounding came from, but I think a lot of it had to do with the silence - from my brother and from the distance I felt from God. Abandoned. I felt unwanted.(Having my phone completely die on my during the trip proved to be the icing on the cake of isolation.)
What a sweet relief tonight to learn about laments in prayer. In the silence, our pain - my pain - points to Christ. It points to the Cross. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" I am reminded of Christ's love. He is majestic. What a blessing that He is with me in the midst of it - even when I don't feel Him.
My pain helps me better understand how much God loves me. Woah.
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