Tears overtake at moments unexpected.
I am just sitting here. Not doing anything to speak of. The tears sneak up and pour out.
Sometimes pain takes my breath away. Not my pain alone; my pain combined with the pain of others. My heart cries out, "How long, O Lord?"
However, in this season of suffering, there have been moments of pure joy. Our dear friends (that phrase seems weak to me, but I don't know how else to describe these friends without spending the rest of this post on it) found out the baby she is carrying is alive and well. They were not sure for a whole week - but the doctor was wrong and everything is fine. When she called me I burst into tears of joy! I have never done that. Not for anyone else. I cried off and on the rest of the day as I considered these friends and experienced their joy.
I know God has shown them kindness in giving them this baby. I also know that God showed me kindness in taking mine away.
I thought of these friends and their baby, yet unborn, as I memorized Romans 4:17 - ...in the presence of the God in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist. The baby was okay the whole time, but it feels like he/she was given new life. God is using this experience to show me his power. He is powerFUL. He is the Creator, the Maker, the Life-Giver. He sustains my very life by allowing me to continue to breathe. Praise God! All-powerful Father!
I realize as I write this that my tiny baby is actually in the presence of God. That thought brings much joy and peace. Praise God from whom ALL blessing flow.
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