For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling. ~2 Corinthians 5.2
The intrusion of hard providences in our life can sometimes feel quite profound. When they come, we may pause and wonder how did my life come to this? Why is this happening to me? Where is God in all this?
It’s an awkward pause to what before was normal…now is not.
How do we move forward? How do we react to days or seasons like this? Does God’s Word help us know what to do next?
(more…)Will all my days ahead feel like this? Will relief from sadness come? I remember days long ago when sorrow played a lesser role…but now, no matter how wonderful a day can feel, a cloud of sadness pairs along with it.
The other day I thought about the current reality our family faces since losing our youngest. Well, at least my experience of our current reality. God continues to bring joyful moments and experiences to us, giving us kind providences to enjoy and be happy in. Yet, no matter how wonderful those experiences can feel, I find that remembrances of sadness in missing Isabel come always alongside the experience.
I suppose we could succumb to depression because of this. And, I can understand how some do. How depressing it feels when wonderful events in life cannot be enjoyed completely without tinges of (or even greater) sadness saddling up right next to the enjoyment? That doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy those moments…of course we do. By God’s grace, we do. However, it feels like my grief is always there, too.
It’s not either/or…it’s always both/and.
(more…)It’s been a minute since my last post. Nearly every sphere of my life for the past 6 months has felt incredibly full, and I’ve missed writing. Some of that fullness has dwindled as of late, which I’m quite thankful for.
This past week, our pastor preached through some of Psalm 139, that lovely and often beloved psalm many of us adore. Several times throughout the sermon we delighted at the morsel of food doled out. With the conclusion of his sermon, our pastor handed out a particularly satisfying portion of the Word.
Who couldn’t rejoice throughout this psalm as the truth of God’s care and nearness to His people is expounded? The intimacy of His tender watchcare in our making? The sense that He is always there to take our hand through life’s myriad of moments?
(more…)“I have learned to kiss the wave that slams me into the Rock of Ages,”
— Charles Spurgeon
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