Why hard days?
That we might never forget our need for Him.
Last week I sat on the floor of my living room and poured it all to a friend who was so graciously willing to listen.
This world, me and the way I can rarely seem to get things right, why bless me Lord, when the woman across the world just walked four hundred miles alone with her five children to find shelter and food, her displaced by war, on her way Lord she lost two of those children to starvation.
Why Lord do you make me mindful of these things? I've asked you to break my heart for the things that break yours and you're faithfully answering my prayer. I didn't know it would hurt so bad. And now, now that I know, what do I do. Is prayer really enough?
Why these kids Lord? Why did you pick these four for me? Why, when I know you, do you let me sting them? Why don't you stop me with the truth of your Word, the parts that I know you've sewn deep within me that I might actually live by them?
But no, the hard days still come.
And for what?
For your glory?
On a Friday, that same friend, she sends me wisdom words and He uses her to remind this heart of mine of such profound truth, that I find myself continuing to read her words over and over again.
" You have these hard days so HE can pour out truth and reveal Himself to you, then in turn you share with others...
His transforming power, and your (brokenness) come together in this amazing way that God uses DAILY...
It may not feel great at the time, but there is ALWAYS a lesson in it and He always uses it for His glory, your growth, and the benefit of others."
All this life, it's all for Him.
Use my mess Lord, that I and others might know You in the most intimate, purposeful, and life giving ways.
I may not know what to do with all the things that you're revealing to me right now about those around the world, but this is what Your Word says,
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set before him, he endured the cross, scorning it's shame, he sat down at the right hand of God!"
HE is the author and perfecter of our faith. I don't have to worry about the details. HE is in charge of my days.
Some days are hard, yes.
But it's that I might never forget my desperate need for Him.