You are probably familiar with the scenario, life piles up, things go wrong, and you start to wonder… what next?
It is like that bad story, when you are on that train, going through the tunnel, and finally see the light… only to discover it’s a train heading your way.
I like to write about hope, and I believe in it. But when you are grief weary, carry concerns you don’t know what to do about, see your loved ones suffering, it doesn’t take much to set you over the edge, It is then you hang on to hope, take deep breaths for the ride, and keep living. Have I ever mentioned I hate rollercoasters? Well, my mom said not to use the word hate, but in this instance it seems appropriate.
I’m ok, in case you are concerned. But it is OK to not be OK, to lament at times, to cry. Life is fragile.
The illustration below was sent to me by a friend, I don’t have a source, But it is so good, it maps the Psalms into categories, and lament is an important part of our communication with God. We can tell it like it is.
One cannot be strong all the time. And I have learned, that it is in my fragility I lean on God, this is my source of strength. And I don’t always feel it! That is what lament is all about, pouring out our hearts, voicing our pain and frustration. And the God I know is a compassionate God, and I remind myself of that. The Creator God is my hiding place.
Yes, life is fragile. Handle with prayer. I can rest in that.