In the dark moments when I am most vulnerable there’s a battle to believe I'm not alone. It's an act of defiance to give voice to my fears and yearnings and bring them before the Lord. It can feel like I'm talking to the walls. “Are you really there God? Do you see the state we're in? Why have you left us in the valley for so long? Do you care at all? Why have you brought us here? Where is the way out? When will you lead us to it?”
I am comforted that I am not the only one who has struggled this way.
His steadfast love endures my doubts and casts out my fears. He sees my pain. He sees yours too. He is not far off and He is not ambivalent towards our suffering. He groans as we groan. He weeps as we weep. He whispers of hope as we despair. He is not intimidated by our anger and invites an honest dialogue. Pour out your heart to him, whatever is within. He can take it, and He can make it beautiful.
He is steady and sure, our firm foundation as we navigate the sorrows and the doubts and fears that come with them.