I don’t know how to say how I feel.
Have you been there? It seems like I am there every day. Each day I find myself in a fog of emotions, not knowing whether I’m happy, sad, despondent, numb. Waves of joy, sadness, pride, anger seem to crash simultaneousness on all sides of my mind.
At these times, I can’t help long to feel something–something other than the whirlpool of emotions. To feel something other than the physical pain from my injuries or the emotional pain from the internal wounds. To feel something other than the constant pressure of having to accomplish more and be successful. The force of merely surviving.
Have you been there?
More and more frequently, I find myself in this brokenness.
God can seem silent.
I pray and nothing.
Have I lost God’s favour?
Have I done something wrong?
I long for the angel that visited Elijah to come and minister to me. But Elijah didn’t have four kids to keep him awake, nor did he have to worry about a paycheque to feed them.
It leaves me to wonder, what’s next?
For that, I do not know. What is next for me, for my family, for my church?
I don’t know.
I know to whom I belong.
I know what God has called me to.
Yet the waves keep crashing without and end in sight. Each wave pushing me deeper and deeper into a dark sea–clenching for something, finding nothing.
On Christ, the solid rock I stand. Does the fact that I feel like I’m sinking mean I find my feet somewhere else? Or is there more to the story.
1 How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
King David wrote,
2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughtsPsalms 13:1–2
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Even Jesus cried out while on the cross,
“Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”)Matthew 27:46
Jesus knew–David knew–I know that though all feels lost, it isn’t. Tomorrow the sun will rise. There will be a new day.
But I trust in your unfailing love;Psalms 13:5–6
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
6 I will sing the Lord’s praise,
for he has been good to me.
So what do you do in moments like this?
Praise anyway. When we do, we remind ourselves and the enemy of whose we are.
I heard and my heart pounded,Habakkuk 3:16–19
my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
and my legs trembled.
Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity
to come on the nation invading us.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
19 The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
he enables me to tread on the heights.