The truth is... sometimes we don't have words that would match up to what we feel. Sometimes, we aren't really sure what it is we feel. Heavy with some emotion we can't put our finger on or find a word or words for. That's the truth of it.
We can read about Joesph in his prison and be encouraged because we know how his story ends. But what if the only thing we could see was the part where he sat in the darkness and the shadows where the fear and doubt lived?
We relate to David daily because he is so real to us. Up and down with his struggles and sins. We rejoice in his story because God sees the David who has a heart like Christ. But what about those nights when David lay in a sackcloth pleading and agonizing in the ashes for the life of his son. What mind would we see in David then?
We can't see the end of our own story. Who will I become? What great things can be done with someone who has slept in the prisons so may times or touched some things that were forbidden to him?
Again... the truth is - that kind of heaviness is not meant for us to know. It has always belonged to God. We merely sit through it until it will pass us.
Intercede for yourself then ... only HE can see who you will one day become.
Romans 8:26...
2 comments:
Hi, me again. I really...like is too light a word...this post was something I can relate to. God's been showing me what you've said in this post recently and been telling me to just pray about the end and trust it to Him. The way you said this is so true, it's easy to believe the stories because we know how they end. We must leave our future Him, He knows best.
He knows how our story ends:) I love that about Him.
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