This is a cry out to so many of my friends who are walking a narrow lonely path in the wilderness right now, trudging through estranged relationships, shattered dreams, sickness, huge awkward burdens that no one knows about, extreme loneliness, and the octopus-like strong arms of depression threatening to pull them down for good. In these harsh realities and desolate places, it is so easy to fall for the deception that you are all alone in this and no one understands, screwing tight the lid on your raw emotions when someone says “how are you?”
But there are those people who, despite the pain I know they are going through, still have a twinkle in their eyes, a peace in their hearts, an endurance that exposes them, as if they have a secret joy the rest of us cannot see.
There is a reason for it all. Play this video now.
The end of this hard path may not be near, the lights may not suddenly evaporate the darkness, the deliverance may be revealed in going through rather than being plucked out of. A lack of courage within myself is one of the reasons I love running so much, because God uses running to remind me to double-knot my shoes and get out there in life…and that despite the pain and fear, He will -- once again – bring me through it, not on my power, but on His. He uses it to bring me to Him and give me the strength to do what is a lot harder than running 20 miles by myself through wind and sleet.
Oh, that we would see differently what looks like a bleak landscape, transformed into a place of amazement. In the book of Hosea, God promises to “make the valley of trouble, a door of hope.” (Hosea 2.15) The story is not over yet.
Someday, we may glimpse a network of a bizillion redeeming purposes, as if the storm clouds part and sunlight beams through. If not now, one of the joys of heaven will be gleefully shouting, “So THAT is why that happened!” There IS a reason for it all, deeper meaning than we could ever imagine.
I cry to God Most High,
to God who fulfils His purpose for me.