I’ve been wrestling with words since Friday. Because there are so many thoughts swelling
inside me that I feel I need to spill some words or I just might burst. And as they collect on the page, I know. In a time like this, there just are no words. At least no words that will minister to
broken hearts. Sometimes all we can do
is reach out and wrap arms around the broken and sit together in the
silence. In the trenches of grief,
there is little room for anything but the suffering and the Savior. And since we know
for certain He is in us, maybe all we can do is take Him with us into the trenches and weep and mourn alongside the broken.
Jesus,
We need you. We are so broken. We don't understand. This
world – it just doesn’t make sense. And
I know why. Because it is not yours. Not
yet. Something like this is pure evil. And evil cannot be understood. Only fought. With the power of your victorious name. Jesus, we need you. To comfort. To come. To fight.
I believe Lord. And I trust you with everything I have. That you ARE good. That you ARE loving. That you ARE with the broken and crushed in
spirit. That in you there is no darkness. These things I know. And I know that you too are grieving. You too are weeping. I am so sorry, Jesus, that your people fell
victim to such evil. I am so sorry. Show us the ones who
need to be held. And, Lord may we be a
people that can see through these awful circumstances that there is no hope
within us. There is only hope in you.
Jesus,
come. Lord may your name be glorified even in this senseless tragedy. We await the beauty you promise. We love you. In your victorious, powerful, holy name. Amen.
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