|One of the Lanterns|
The more I talked to Him, the more my heart opened up, my grief turned into gratitude, and my heart felt His touch, His presence, His hope.
I began meditating on our lesson from this past week in my class. We read “Lazarus being raised from the dead” from John 11.
As I walked, I felt His quiet breeze.
As I walked, I heard His whispers.
Lazarus was sick and getting worse, but Jesus waited, which means Mary and Martha waited.
They waited and wondered. Where's Jesus? Why is He not coming? Lazarus, the One he loved, is sick. Why won't Jesus come?
Personally, I hate waiting! Right now, my loneliness hurts, I mean physically hurts. My mom would have been 63 in 2 days. Being a single mom, and then without a mom, one’s intimate cheering section can become quiet. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve got more friends than I deserve, and my dad and his wife are incredible to me, but there’s something about a mom...that constant person in your corner.
But as we wait, as things hurt, and as our heart breaks, we weep, and guess who weeps with us?
Which brings me to the 3rd truth from this story.
He shows up, and He weeps right there with us.
In fact, it is in the brokenness, in the moments of my disbelief, doubt, and grief, that He seems to show up in a way that knocks my socks off...not just in what He does, but because He was WILLING to do it in spite of me.
May this week bring us all moments where we fall at His feet asking Him to walk with us, and thanking Him for his willingness to do just that.
It's good to be back.
The sun comes up it's a new day dawning,
it's time to sing Your song again,
whatever may pass and whatever lies before me,
let me be singing when the evening comes
Your name is great, your heart is kind,
for all Your goodness, I will keep on singing,
10,000 reasons for my heart to find.
the end draws near, and my time has come,
still my soul will sing your praise unending