I won’t say much more, but there is deep need and deep sorrow. There is deep pain and a small, tiny glimmer of hope. I’m trusting that hope becomes bigger and brighter than the pain, and that the sun outshines the blackness for this one.
Pray with me today, and I’ll pray with you. Being in a place of weeping makes me hyper-sensitive to those around me who are also suffering. Pray with me and I’ll pray with you. I see you. But more importantly, God sees you.
Can we carry one another? This blogger who is remiss in her writing and who is learning that the breaking happens over and over again is humbly asking. The breaking happens so much that one thinks one can’t be broken once again. But then.
Though You slay me, I will trust. Though You slay me, I will hope. I will hope.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote that we shouldn’t call this world that inflicts suffering damned. And that we shouldn’t give up, or reject it. But that we bless it. We give blessing back to suffering. Because as followers of Christ all we can do is bless. We aren’t cursers, we are blessers.
So as a blesser, I’ll bless you today. Would you bless me?
If you leave a prayer request, I’ll take it to Him today. Would you lift me up as well?