This past week and half has been one of tears, hugs, prayers, and deep contemplation. My heart has borne the pain of realizing that the season I am in is coming to an end, change was inevitable. Change. Change is difficult, change is hard, change is scary, change brings uncertainty. Walking into the unknown is frightening at times.
Often when change pounces upon us we long for what we have to leave behind. We pine for the past instead of marching forward into the future. I love that God does not tether us to the past but He does ask us to relinquish control to Him so He can move us forward. Faith requires trust especially when God is changing things up. God is always moving, always working, always connecting to people and so… we should be too.
When Jesus hung on the cross, His broken and bruised body, spiritual and emotional turmoil, He was still working. His season on earth was coming to an end but there was still work to be done. He left a living example that plays in my mind over and over again. There is still work to be done.
I am not injured, I am not suffering, I am not wounded, but still there is the faintest breath of pain on my heart. It is not yet an ache, but a muffled pain, it is not sharp like that of losing a lover, and I cannot exactly put it into words, it is new, and I am unsure how to describe it but it stings ever so much and with it comes tears.
Yet there is hope and I am reminded of all the possibilities of what this new season before me could be and it leads me to faith in God, trusting God’s wisdom and timing. It is slightly uncomfortable because it stretches my faith and pierces my heart but trust is like an arrow. You have to release it in order for it be airborne, anchoring into a new ground, a new work. I will pray, I will wait, I will study the Word, I will pray, I will wait… and repeat until God gives me revelation.
As I sit reflecting back on the last seven years I come to the conclusion that there is no time to sit and grieve over the past, to sit and yearn for a season in my life that has ended. Why? Because God has work for me to do. So in the mean time I will continue to connect to people; thus, connecting people to God’s hope and love, there is still work to be done regardless of my pain… if not me to do it then who? Questions we should ask ourselves as we face the mountains we are to climb and uncertainty hovers over us like a rainstorm that threatening to drown us…
Good Morning Ladies…
PS. My hope is not dead! Psalms 39:7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.
Romans 12:12 Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
Hebrews 10:23 Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.
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Beautifully put. Such encouraging words.
Change is hard and I’m learning that it is more frightening the older you get. After the first shocking moment I get excited to see what new adventure God has for me.
So great and so true!!