Sometimes I cry. And I am not a crier.
I have been through a lot of tough situations.
I have learned to focus my gaze, lift my shoulders back and keep walking through the pain.
But it is different when I have to watch others hurt.
There is such a helplessness that comes with not being able to lift their chin, move their feet, or do more than wipe their eyes and tell them that it will be ok again.
Of course I pray. I pray for them. I pray for the situation. I even pray for me to know how to pray.
And I have faith that God will do everything He said He would do.
Even so, I want to make others feel better now. I want their hurt to go away this very moment.
But I am not God. That is not my job. And if it was my job, I am sure that I would mess it up.
I am not God
I have a limited view of what happens on this earth, and I hate it so much.
How must He feel? How must He cry? How must He hurt?
God, seeing all the stupidity, wickedness, selfishness, pride, bitterness, anger, sickness, and the ignorance at which our flesh is so good, sat in heaven with a full view of the world and eternity and saw so much pain… and sin… and hurt… and wickedness — He just couldn’t take it anymore.
What kind of day must it have been in heaven, when the plan was developed to allow Jesus to leave heaven, come to earth and be born of a woman — only to be killed by man for the salvation of man?
It hurts me when others hurt. But if the answer to their pain was for me to brutally sacrifice my son, I don’t know if I could do that.
Is it ok if I am honest like that?
God is So Amazing
God is amazing. Our hurt becomes His when we take it to Him. Like a parent aches in the their heart when their child is in pain and we wish it was us instead of them, God willingly transfers our sorrows, sicknesses, sins, and shortcomings onto Jesus so that we, His children, can have a better life.
His mercy and grace are awe inspiring.
So far beyond human capacity.
In our best moment… on our best day… with our own children… we don’t BEGIN to touch His loving kindness.
So sometimes, I begin to cry. I cry because His mercy and love overwhelm me – and I am undone.
Lord, Your mercy.
It overcomes me.
Receive God’s Love
Friend, let the love of God wash over you right now. It is like a salve, an oil, an ointment that can seep and soak into places that we can’t even reach ourselves.
Let it restore and rebuild you. Let it encourage and entreat you. Let it forgive you and free your soul.
And when we cry in His presence, He always reaches down and wipes our tears with His goodness and love.