I love a good mystery! The intrigues of history and human character, well, they intrigue me.
But I confess, I never expected my personal path through life to contain so many mysteries.
My husband bumped into more major complications this week in his mysterious health history. As each new drama unfolds, could life be any more complicated?
To make matters more heart-wrenching, an old “like” of a Facebook post from my lovely, now departed sis popped up on my feed. Since then, I’ve been following the heart-wrenching updates of a little girl struggling with her 8th bout with recurring cancer.
Eighth bout! Just stinking awful.
Part of me wants to turn off the feed as the cancer epic is just so painful for me to watch.
It’s much easier to pass on by the suffering instead of stopping and getting involved like the Good Samaritan. When you stop to help, to pray, to care, personal pain twists like a knife-blade in your gut.
Your eyes leak tears at the most inconvenient moments.
So how is it that, Blessed are those who mourn? Drum roll, please.
The second half of that Beatitude…for they shall be comforted.
Sweet, sweet comfort from God Himself — now who doesn’t want that! Ever watched a sobbing little one find comfort in his parent’s arms?
I would venture to say that getting comforted was one of my most meaningful childhood memories. Maybe not my sweetest, cause my heart was broken at the moment.
But now, in the fires of real life affliction, sometimes I envy the sweet little ones who simply have to run to the open arms of a waiting parent. There all their troubles dissolve.
I feel deeply for those children who have never known such tender comfort from a parent.
Tender comfort in the fires of affliction is the setting of Psalm 91:4.
“He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.”
Terror by night.
Flying weapons by day.
Death. Destruction. Plague.
During these truly terrible times, the Almighty offers Himself as a shadow, a place of refuge, and a fortress.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I just want and need a place to hide. It’s storming hard right now. I need a shelter, a refuge.
Dear sister, what is most encouraging in this Psalm is the promised “end of the story” for those who set their love on the Almighty and make Him their refuge. Please, please read the whole sixteen verses! I will quote for you just one part of the promised ending.
“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore will I deliver him. I will set him on high because He has known my name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him.”
So the secret’s out. Running to Jesus for comfort is the path through trouble. I did not say the path that avoids trouble, for “many are the afflictions of the righteous”. Hope these few thoughts remind you to seek and dwell in the secret place this week. Let me know how I can pray for you, too, okay?