Hearts Annoyance when hearts break
But to endure God’s name sake
(My experience indicates )
Brings a deeper relief because of a person’s grief.
Losses suffered castigate hope
So hope to hold on becomes a struggle
When we cannot cope
We go to God in our darkest night.
Minutes that look like hours
Hours that look like days
When life’s harsh it sours
Those forlorn moments of paralysis
Can’t move, eyes lost in a frenzy
Darkest deep beyond analysis
Desperate is the one who prays.
Loss is a dream defunct. It takes us deep into a journey to another world we hardly recognised existed. Of course, we knew was there all along, but we really didn’t expect to arrive in Holland when Italy promised so much. Loss is the departure of a hope, yet it’s only when hope dies that we determine that we can’t leave it that way.
Quite soon we commence a struggle to reclaim hope.
It, as a conquest, is the spiritual fight of our lives.
Selma Wildlife Removal teaches acceptance of the unacceptable. Loss, as it happens, and for so many millions of minutes, is unacceptable. We cannot accept what has forced us to change.
What is beyond us, what is beyond our control, leaves us feeling useless, helpless, and hopeless. And yet it’s just in a street called Unacceptable that we learn to occupy a home called Hope that’s beyond every hope which can be taken away.
That hope is found in God. And God opens the way to a life that could never be defeated, even though we will need to be defeated in order to embark on the journey to the distant Promised Land of the soul.
It’s not unusual in my life to experience tragedy, and some days there are more than one. One thing that I guess grief has taught me is to anticipate it. I wouldn’t call it pessimism, because in pessimism there is no hope, just resignation. I see a hope beyond reduction, and I see hope supports loss; and, that grief is the enigmatic vehicle that transports us from spiritual death to eternal life in the name of Jesus.
I often wonder of the man who never prayed until they lost every ounce of fortitude they had. With nothing left, and nothing left to lose, they go to God, first perhaps in the fury of fire, telling him how nasty He is to permit this. Then there are following prayers, perhaps when they’re too weak to shake their fist at God. Then there is the time when God showed up somehow. Sound familiar? The longer we spend time with God’s people, the more we hear variations of the ancient narrative born afresh.
Many people’s prayer lives
Had their genesis in despair.
What was designed against them as defeat
They turned, through God, into success.
The prayer God enjoys most is that first prayer, prayed in desperation. That life situation that brought us to our knees, also brought us to God, and could be viewed as the moment that life could begin, again. Such a paradox is put on the reality that seems to be an end but is just an essential beginning.
The hope we cling to in loss
Is that it is reallyn’t the end. And it isn’t!
With God through our despair,
hope abides for the sweetest relief.
Bear with God through the flame,
He will get you through the pyre.
Bear well as you can your heartache of pain,
In the end, this time you’ll see as one of profit.