God is with us in the Pain

Everyone carries around their own inner rain. We have our own hurts, hardships and pain. Sometimes when we’re in the thick of it deep in the fog with no end in sight there’s a part of us that thinks that maybe God makes no records of us, but instead maybe he forgets me, and I’m tempted to view him as the blind, deaf and dumb God.
But God is not far off he is our Emmanuel—God with us.  He is love, he is tender and sweet to us. He notes our every ache, he is there when we cry and keeps tabs on all our pain, scrapes and failings.
 
What would cause our Father to record our every lament and tear—only his deep wild ravishing love. We never ache without God attending to it and every time a tear slips from our eyes, God cups our grief and puts our tears in his bottle (Psalm 56:8).

God is with us and it is his tender with-ness that binds up our wounds.
Only by allowing him to come into the broken pieces of our lives can we begin to experience healing

The creator of the universe the ruler of the world, the one who is all powerful and is in complete control cares about your hurts and pains, the wounds you hide from the world the thoughts that fill you with sadness late at night, he sees, he knows and he cares but even more comforting than those facts he is right there in the midst of it with you. He wants you to feel his presence to reach out and experience his peace that surpasses all understanding and to allow him to come into your heart and fill you with comfort as he slowly day by day binds up the wounds of your heart as you look to Jesus as your healer and comforter. As you learn to let go of control and self-sufficiency and begin to loosen your grasp as depend completely on God, as you drink deeply of his love and grace for you and see his intimate care for every detail of your life he will transform your heart, he will take your pain and he will fill you with healing, restoration and deep joy.


If God makes a list of my laments, I will make a list of God’s love.
If God has a list of pain, I will make a list of my praise
If God writes a list of my tears, I will write a list of my thanks.


When I remember God’s love, and fill my heart with praise and thankfulness I allow my heart and mind to become fixed on my savior the only one who can heal the broken pieces of my life.



Under Attack Again


Under attack again, such is life 
in a broken world where sin still lives 
under attack again why was I surprised?
Why did I give way to anger, 
fear, discouragement, vengeance
questioning the one thing that is sure, safe 
constant, reliable?

You have promised to keep me, protect me,
nurture me, to love me and defend me.
I have hidden in the shelter of your wing. 
I have had your peace put me to sleep.
I have had your presence comfort my heart 
I have had your spirit give me new strength 

Yet somehow when under attack again
I forget you and in forgetting I did what I regret 
and said what gives me grief.
I even questioned you.
The enemies I face are too great 
The brokeness around me is too pervasive
The sin inside of me too hard to escape 
So I have come home again, 
home to this one thing I daily need.

In moments mundane and great 
the rescue that can be found only in you.
I know that in the face of your wisdom, your control
your power, your righteousness 
the enemies of my soul will stumble, will fall, will crumble
In defeat.

When evil comes and it will
I will remember you, run to you 
believe in you, rest in you and with hands that are clean
and a heart that is pure I will fight evil
not with words of evil or actions of vengence 
but with the one thing the enemy cannot defeat-- worship of YOU. 


(inspired & adapted by shelter in the storm)
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