“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” -John 10:10
It amazes me how much emotions can overtake us.
When extreme joy hits us, it can totally consume us.
When extreme grief hits us, it can also totally consume us.
I have found it hard to write the last few weeks, because both of these extremes have hit me so hard, and it has made it difficult to put into words what to say.
God has been faithful, and as of right now, my sicknesses are somewhat under control. I am getting to parts of my life I was promised. I am getting to watch some friends and family go through incredibly beautiful things.
& In other parts of life, I am wondering where God is. A storm has brewed up the worst, most cruel thing I could possibly imagine. It is not fair. It makes no sense. It chills me to my core, because I do not understand.
I would be lying if I said that God has not heard tears, prayers, and questions as to why things happen the way they do from me lately. Why does this great thing happen to this person, but another receives horrible news constantly?
Joy & grief would be my catchphrase right now for what I am feeling, because things are so good but I see and feel the pain around me.
Has anyone ever felt this?
To feel deeply is truly an amazing blessing, and a horrid curse.
I have been letting the grief win of the two, but I am really choosing to try to focus on the joy, because I am beginning to realize (through the strength and vulnerability of others) that joy can be found even in grievous times.
What is your joy or another’s that has been found in grief? How has it helped you to love/praise God even when all seems awry?