This week and last I have found my heart heavy and my emotions raw. Tears have been my companion lately. Here is what my heart has been laden with:
My good friend's 2 year old had surgery, not life threatening, but life has been hard for her. Sleepless nights comforting her little one who doesn't understand the pain he is in. When praying for her son with Isaac I had to bite my lip to keep from sobbing. A flood of emotions came bubbling up unexpectedly.
Another good friend is organizing a writing campaign to send encouraging notes to Christians who are persecuted for loving our Lord. When I sat down to write the note, I was so overwhelmed by the pictures in my mind of the persecuted ones, that the words would not come, but the tears welled up. "Give me words to speak, Lord".
I got word last week that a former pastor of mine had a stroke and is in a medically induced coma while the doctors treat him. He has 3 teenaged boys and a fantastic wife who love him and need him so much. There is never a good time to loose a spouse. While he is still alive and things are looking good, the extent of the damage caused by the stroke hasn't been determined yet, since the man is still in the coma. My heart breaks for the possible damage, and prays fervently for his healing and restored health.
My cousin-in-law just found out last week that she has multiple myeloma (cancer of the blood plasma) for which there is no cure, but there are treatments. She is a mother of 4, age 10 to 17.
O, God, my God. There is so much sadness in my heart. O, how I want heaven now. No more tears, no more pain, no more struggle. But you have me here now, for this time, for this moment, for this struggle. What now shall I do with it all? People will die, people will recover, brothers and sisters will be tormented for loving you, how do I make sense of it, without simply pushing it aside with a "O, God will attend to it, attitude?"
My good friend's 2 year old had surgery, not life threatening, but life has been hard for her. Sleepless nights comforting her little one who doesn't understand the pain he is in. When praying for her son with Isaac I had to bite my lip to keep from sobbing. A flood of emotions came bubbling up unexpectedly.
Another good friend is organizing a writing campaign to send encouraging notes to Christians who are persecuted for loving our Lord. When I sat down to write the note, I was so overwhelmed by the pictures in my mind of the persecuted ones, that the words would not come, but the tears welled up. "Give me words to speak, Lord".
I got word last week that a former pastor of mine had a stroke and is in a medically induced coma while the doctors treat him. He has 3 teenaged boys and a fantastic wife who love him and need him so much. There is never a good time to loose a spouse. While he is still alive and things are looking good, the extent of the damage caused by the stroke hasn't been determined yet, since the man is still in the coma. My heart breaks for the possible damage, and prays fervently for his healing and restored health.
My cousin-in-law just found out last week that she has multiple myeloma (cancer of the blood plasma) for which there is no cure, but there are treatments. She is a mother of 4, age 10 to 17.
O, God, my God. There is so much sadness in my heart. O, how I want heaven now. No more tears, no more pain, no more struggle. But you have me here now, for this time, for this moment, for this struggle. What now shall I do with it all? People will die, people will recover, brothers and sisters will be tormented for loving you, how do I make sense of it, without simply pushing it aside with a "O, God will attend to it, attitude?"
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