Where God's Might May Just Meet Us In Our Mess
That if our well-being solely depends on the favour of our human connections, that if our getting ahead in life comes from getting in front of people, then, we’re doomed, and we’ve lost, and we’ll keep losing, because sometimes relationships severed are relationships saved.
That we can sometime lose our earthly fathers to find our heavenly Father, we can sometimes skip earthly favours to be kissed by divine goodness.
When life’s made up of your blend, of love and loss, of gathering and giving, of creating and destroying, we know that it’s only through experiencing you that we experience the potential for change, our opportunity for growth.
Somewhere at the back of the desert, in a place dry and barren, where you think heaven’s brazen and the dusty air of death’s howling, there’s a well, and you’ll be well. He comes like a cooling rain in summer’s scorch and uses every minute of your hard to work for your good, and His glory.
Maybe it’s precisely in the suffering and the seemingly lack of healing that a thousand answers are found, because when we face of our own suffering bravely that we showed the world every answer to every suffering.
Because who’d ever get this?
For those days when you’re hollowed out in the lowlands of life, He’s provided a High Way out.
For the seasons when the fog of depression disorients, and the black of losses eclipses — He’s got His light shining through all your cracks.
This story inked into the pages of our history, about the one Man who dripped with blood and hung naked on the wooden beam of an old rugged cross.
About his halting breaths that make for our one full breath, of his haunting claim that leaves us forever claimed — this story that proves the dead can rise to life.
And when you choose to remember your regrets instead of your redemption, you can live believing you’re wounded and broken when you’re actually whole and redeemed, and born to be bigger than any of your bruises.
And when you’ve convinced yourselves that it’s really time to walk away is when you really walk away from the grace that’s able to reconcile two broken halves together.
When you decide to carry hurts unexplainable is when you compromise the gift of His love so unsurmountable to break impossible barriers, and remake deeply broken lives.
Breaking up is always painful.
And you may feel like no one sees you – or understand the depth of the agony you’re going through.
But He does. And His compassion on you will walk you through your hard.
The wonder of love can get murky through the scrapes of life.
And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control.
Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
…that perhaps to start a new season right is to begin with pursuing an intimacy with God not just for a period of time, but as a preoccupation of life
This is our song of courage, our praise for every pain, and the faith for our fear so we need not be scarred over our failures, or scared over our problems ahead.
You can always count on God to water arid hearts and to rend impossible heavens opened. So we can foretaste the sweet out of His bounty for all our bitter.
Because His rain isn’t merely sentimental, but supernatural, His comfort supersedes every sorrow and every tear we’ve shed.
Doesn’t He who bring you to the point of birth not bring forth the new and great within you?
So don’t for a second ever doubt that God’s silent behind your heartbreaks or that He’s quiet in all your sufferings
And we can lose the wonder of love when we really choose to be in control.
Because the way to live life in control is to give the key of control to the One who really can control.
