Monthly Archives: February 2016

Hope is One Foot in Front of the Other

(I’m not even going to stick in any funny pictures on this one, folks)

Some days you think it’s bad. And you know what? Some days it is. The not-so-funny thing is that God never promised unicorns and puppies. Death is inevitable. So is suffering. Why people think that being a Christian or believing in God exempts them from any type of pain is a bit mind boggling to me.

 

Anyone thinking this post comes out of left field, I’m not sorry. Even you have experienced some semblance of hurt. I didn’t even write this out of my own hurt, but out of an ache so deep for a friend who suffered profoundly today.

 

The age old “count your blessings” is tossed around flippantly. Even the proverbial “God is in control” is popped off automatically and is more hurtful than silence or a hug.

 

To anyone reading this who is struggling, my heart aches for you. I may not have gone through what you are facing, but you are not alone. I won’t preach to your broken heart right now, but will encourage you to rest in the Lord. The feeling when you are exhausted and land on a fluffy bed? That is giving your pain to God and asking for wisdom (James 1:5-7) for your situation. Will it lessen the hurt? Sometimes. But other times, more pain will come even after you pray—even devastating loss before the breath of relief.

 

There is an old hymn dear to me. I clung to the words the Sunday my husband lay in his hospital bed. I’d grown up singing the song, and even knew the words by heart. Empty words until that morning, when they popped up on the screen in the lobby (where I sat because I just couldn’t face another person):

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My translation? When everything is sunshine and lollipops, when everything is falling apart at the seams, whether life is perfectly fine or wretched, God gives me peace when I seek Him. It doesn’t make the ache of loss disappear or the brilliance of success lessen, but it gives me hope.

And when you’re stuck in a sad or dark place, even for an hour, hope is one foot in front of the other.

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