I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss.Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease.Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.I say to myself, The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him! Lamentations 3:20-24
For nearly seven years, I have faced some rather difficult storms. I have battled cancer and other serious health issues which ended my career and changed my life forever. Then when we were finally beginning to settle into "The New Normal", my husband lost the job he'd had for nearly 28 years and was what is referred to as underemployed for 13 months. Though there was a substantial cut in pay, we were very thankful for the job which began the end of January and was only guaranteed for six months. He still has the job and God has continued to provide anything that is lacking. God is good!
Bearing all of that in mind, it may be surprising to learn that those have not been my most difficult challenges. The most difficult challenge I have ever faced as been standing by and watching the marriage of my son, my only child, shatter. I have relatives and friends who have experienced divorce but this is the closest the ripping apart of a marriage has ever come near me and seeing the pain up close is, well, far worse than anything I have ever experienced, including the death of my father when I was 16 years old.
A friend reminded me last night that as tempting as it might be to retreat and hide myself behind locked doors, now is not the time to "drop my sword". I needed to direct my emotions of the moment to intercession. Right before opening that email, I "heard" the heart-wrenching cry of utter despair of a friend from church who has gone through two divorces and whose children are caught in the middle of it all. I cried out to my husband who after reading the posts, attempted to reach our friend while I cried out to God on our friend's behalf.
My friend was right. I cannot let myself be consumed by what is going on around me. While I need to be aware of these things, my primary focus must be on God. I must still dare to hope, even during the awful times. The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease! Great is His faithfullness and his mercies begin afresh each morning. This dark and desolate land is NOT my inheritance. The Lord is!
What we endure for a moment is only a chapter, page, paragraph, sentence or perhaps only a word in our story which is small part of God's story and we have not reached the end of that story yet. In fact... we never will. We must remember that God has given us a preview of what is yet to come. There will come a day when God will wipe away our tears and there will be no more sorrow, pain, death... or tears and after that, well moment by moment the story will become more beautiful than we could have ever imagined it to be.
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5
The morning will come.
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