9.7.09

Hey!
I had intended to write a post about the cross a few days ago, but I don't think I will. Maybe later.

I was talking to a friend of mine a couple nights ago. It was nice, because we both have recently suffered tremendous loss. We were both talking (or maybe just sitting and hurting together) and I said something like, "Have you noticed that everyone has a broken heart lately?! I mean, we're all walking around holding our hands to our bleeding hearts!"
And it's true. We are. Unless I'm mistaken, we're all broken in some way or another. Each of us has our issues; rejection, pride, bitterness, or fear. I know I, for one, have a few. If you're reading this, I'm supposing you have one or two also. This doesn't make you a bad person; inferior to others. It simply means you've lived on earth more than a day. So, aren't we glad God heals? I mean, He's so cool like that.
Whether whatever has happened to you or I is God's will or not, He heals anyway. Even if He didn't mean for something to happen, He still twists and molds the situation into something beautiful, something to make us a bright future.
Let me tell you, I've seen the most painful, ugly situation, one I hated even remembering, be turned into something inexplicably beautiful; something I could never have imagined.
I came across this verse the other night. It just helped me a lot. It's Revelation 21:4

"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain..."

I also like this verse a lot. Psalm 68:19:

"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens..."

another translation of this verse says:

"Praise the Lord; Praise God our Savior! For each day He carries us in His arms..."

I mean, He doesn't just let us deal with our own stuff. He deals with it too. He's just as hurt, or more hurt, than we are.

This past weekend has been difficult for me and my mom has been around a lot to help me and talk to me. On Friday, the day it started, I was hurt and crying and my mom was there and she couldn't stop crying. She knew it was hard and I don't know if she stopped crying that night.

We talked that night and she slept in my room. Well, actually, no. She didn't sleep. I slept and she sat awake all night long by my bed, making sure I slept.

On saturday, we went to a church service at a church in our town. I wanted to go; I had to do something. So we went. I didn't make it through worship before I was sobbing. And mom was right there with tissues, crying too.

My brother knew what was going on and he was awestruck. He said, "If our mother has that kind of empathy, how much more does the Father for his children?"

How much more? If God grieves for, or with us that much, How does He function? Bethany Dillon has a song and part of the chorus is, "...You see all my pain, and cry over it for hours till I'm new again..." The thought of God crying for hours upon hours over my own pain is a beautiful picture. It's very comforting.

He even sent angels to me to comfort me. He sent Cassie (my sister-in-law) to take me out on Saturday to talk and He sent sweet people to take my mom's place on sunday so we could spend the day together (she's the pre-k childcare director at my church and usually works all day).

He had my back before we even knew it! How's that for cool stuff?

Well, these are my thoughts today and I'm glad I could share them with you. I hope it wasn't too long or anything. :)

Love you!

P.S. I HIGHLY recommend you watch the video above. I love it! I know you will too!