Hearts Annoyance when hearts break
And nothing seems to bring relief
But to endure God’s name sake
(My experience suggests)
Brings a deeper relief because of one’s grief.
Losses suffered castigate hope
So expect to hold on becomes a struggle
When We Can’t cope
Minutes that seem like hours
Hours that look like days
When life’s harsh it sours
Leaving a fog so thick it stays.
Those forlorn minutes of paralysis
Can’t move, eyes lost in a frenzy
Desperate is the person who prays.
Loss is a fantasy 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 did not expect to arrive in Holland when Italy promised so much. Loss is the death of a hope, yet it’s only when hope dies we determine that we cannot leave it that way.
Very soon we commence a fight to reclaim hope.
It, as a conquest, is the spiritual fight of our lives.
Loss, as it occurs, and for so many millions of minutes, is unacceptable. We cannot accept what has compelled us to change.
What’s beyond us, that which is absolutely beyond our control, leaves us feeling useless, helpless, and hopeless. And yet it is only in a street called Unacceptable that we learn to occupy a home called Hope that’s beyond every hope that can be taken away.
That hope is God. And God opens the way to a life that can 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. 1 thing that I guess grief has taught me is to anticipate it. I would not call it pessimism, because in pessimism there’s absolutely no hope, just resignation. I see a hope beyond loss, and I see hope transcend 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 person who never prayed until they dropped every ounce of fortitude they had. With nothing left, and nothing left to lose, they go to God, first maybe in the fury of fire, telling him how nasty He’s to permit this. Then there are subsequent prayers, perhaps when they’re too weak to shake their fist at God. Then there is the time when God showed up . Sound familiar? The longer we spend some time with God’s people, the more we hear variants of this ancient narrative born .
Had their genesis in grief.
What was designed against them as defeat
They turned, through God, into success.
The prayer God loves most is that first prayer, prayed in desperation. That life scenario that brought us to our knees, also brought us to God, and could be viewed as the moment that life can begin, again. Such a paradox is put on the reality that seems like an end but is simply an essential beginning.
The hope we cling to in reduction
Is that it is reallyn’t the end. And it isn’t!
With God through our grief,
Bear with God through the fire,
He will get you through the pyre.
Bear well as you can your heartache of pain,
In the end, this time you will see as one of gain.