Celebrate with me, the grieving is gone. It ran it’s course and I survived!
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”-Psalm 30:5
Christian! If thou art in a night of trial, think of the morrow; cheer up thy heart with the thought of the coming of thy Lord. Be patient, for “Lo! He comes with clouds descending.” Be patient! The Husbandman waits until He reaps His harvest. Be patient; for you know who has said, “Behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give to every man according as his work shall be.” If you are never so wretched now, remember “A few more rolling suns, at most, Will land thee on fair Canaan’s coast.” Thy head may be crowned with thorny troubles now, but it shall wear a starry crown ere long; thy hand may be filled with cares-it shall sweep the strings of the harp of heaven soon. Thy garments may be soiled with dust now; they shall be white by-and-by. Wait a little longer. Ah! how despicable our troubles and trials will seem when we look back upon them! Looking at them here in the prospect, they seem immense; but when we get to heaven we shall then “With transporting joys recount, the labours of our feet.”
Our trials will then seem light and momentary afflictions. Let us go on boldly; if the night be never so dark, the morning cometh, which is more than they can say who are shut up in the darkness of hell. Do you know what it is thus to live on the future-to live on expectation-to antedate heaven? Happy believer, to have so sure, so comforting a hope. It may be all dark now, but it will soon be light; it may be all trial now, but it will soon be all happiness. What matters it though “weeping may endure for a night,” when “joy cometh in the morning?” C.H. Spurgeon
I am so thankful to my friends who have walked this with me, who were there when I needed an ear and a shoulder. I thank God for placing His people around me to give me solid council and withheld judgment.
I especially thank God for opening my eyes and His patience and strong arm to carry me through. Thank You for shielding me and protecting my heart.
I had my last cry. I mean I let it rip! I poured my heart out, I cried, I screamed, and then when I was done I washed my face, took a breath and said, “OK, God, I am ready now.” I truly felt the weight of grief lift from me. God is so good. He is so patient. He knows our hearts and He knows how to speak to us.
I learned much from this experience. I have learned about me. I learned I am stronger than I think.
I also learned some things about me I need to work on and I know He will continue to walk me through this.
But one thing I can say for certain, His ways are always better and there is safety in obedience. The next time He tells me no, I will listen.
Are you hurting too? You are not alone. He is as near as you want Him to be. Call on Jesus and He will answer. Give it to Him, give it ALL to Him, withhold nothing. I was withholding from God, because I didn’t want it to be over. As long as I held on, it just delayed the healing. Trust Him, when He says it is finished, then it is finished.