My heart can’t get past the devastation in south Texas. As spiritual as it sounds, gratitude is not always the best response to a challenge.
Or, an injury.
Or, a sudden force into a different season.
Loss is loss.
Fear is fear.
Survival is survival.
You wouldn’t tell a friend who has been abused to be thankful for it. No. You’d hear their pain. Premature positivity would not be right. Genuine reaction that causes real emotion and stings and forces nonstop tears is where comfort starts.
Be where it is unknown and ugly.
Become friends with the pain and sadness for a while – like you would your suffering friend, and love them all the more for being raw with you. That’s where God begins His work – in the realness of the suffering …
Father, You are my Shepherd, and the Shepherd of my children. When we walk through valleys as dark as death, remind us of Your presence that we will not be afraid … You are with them … You are with me. Let Your kindness and love stay … ever-present … no matter the trials, the heart pains, the physical pains, relationship pains, the growth pains.
“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for You are my praise.” Jeremiah 17:14
Cry out to your Creator.
Allow His healing to touch you.