Over these past weeks, I have
cried out many times, “God what are you doing?” The truth is, I don’t really
understand and I can’t really comprehend how this makes any sense at all. Jesus
talks about having faith that can move mountains, but I believe that even a
faith like that can fall on its face before the Lord and cry out. My human
heart is broken and the void that I feel grows deeper with every day that
passes. Life just doesn’t feel the same.
But each time that I humbly question God’s hand in all of this, I hear His still small voice not with an answer to my question, but with an answer to my cry. He reminds me that there is one thing I can be sure of: my God is who he says He is! I may not know what He’s doing, but I know who He is! Will I run to Him? Will I trust Him? Will I rely on Him?
The question is not CAN I… but WILL I.
“I may be weak, but your spirit’s strong in me.
My flesh may fail, but my God you never will.”
I am confident in Him, even when the tears won’t stop flowing. He purposes everything for My good and for His Glory even when it feels so heavy and it looks so dark. He is faithful to remember his promises to us; he will neither leave us nor forsake us, his love is unconditional and his grace runs deep. I CAN depend on Him and I will. Though so many questions go unanswered, I know I can trust in Him because He IS good and with Him there IS hope that never fades.
If you don’t feel that hope within you; if you don’t know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, I PROMISE you that His hand is stretched out to you as well. Stretched out reaching to you and calling you home. I PROMISE that you don’t need to question ‘Can I trust Him?... Just look at his nail-pierced hands. Even though we cannot see our own ‘entire story’ with all of its answers and purposes, we can see His! The hands that are stretched out towards me, and you, are the same hands that were nailed to the cross in payment for our sins. They are the same hands that took on the weight of the world in order to set us free if we choose it! They are the same hands that ascended into Heaven and were welcomed home by our Heavenly Father. His hands are scarred, but they are warm and they are open to you. I promise that he is GOOD, always – even when we go through the valleys.
And believe me, I am in a valley. I am in water
that is up to my neck. But He is GOOD and he is here and when I question why he
can’t just make things better, why he can’t just give me my mom back… I look at
his hands and I know that he HAS made everything better – he gave me my eternal
home and He reminds me that I will see my mom again, there. He reminds me that
I am not made for here, for this earth; this is our temporary home. He gave His
perfect life for you and for me and this truly does make everything okay. The pain
doesn’t go away completely, in fact in some moments it is still completely
overwhelming, but we look ahead. We live our lives in light of eternity,
knowing that we will be with Jesus. This changes everything. But each time that I humbly question God’s hand in all of this, I hear His still small voice not with an answer to my question, but with an answer to my cry. He reminds me that there is one thing I can be sure of: my God is who he says He is! I may not know what He’s doing, but I know who He is! Will I run to Him? Will I trust Him? Will I rely on Him?
The question is not CAN I… but WILL I.
“I may be weak, but your spirit’s strong in me.
My flesh may fail, but my God you never will.”
I am confident in Him, even when the tears won’t stop flowing. He purposes everything for My good and for His Glory even when it feels so heavy and it looks so dark. He is faithful to remember his promises to us; he will neither leave us nor forsake us, his love is unconditional and his grace runs deep. I CAN depend on Him and I will. Though so many questions go unanswered, I know I can trust in Him because He IS good and with Him there IS hope that never fades.
If you don’t feel that hope within you; if you don’t know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, I PROMISE you that His hand is stretched out to you as well. Stretched out reaching to you and calling you home. I PROMISE that you don’t need to question ‘Can I trust Him?... Just look at his nail-pierced hands. Even though we cannot see our own ‘entire story’ with all of its answers and purposes, we can see His! The hands that are stretched out towards me, and you, are the same hands that were nailed to the cross in payment for our sins. They are the same hands that took on the weight of the world in order to set us free if we choose it! They are the same hands that ascended into Heaven and were welcomed home by our Heavenly Father. His hands are scarred, but they are warm and they are open to you. I promise that he is GOOD, always – even when we go through the valleys.
I see the smile on his face as he watches me remember that truth, a truth that I have to remember every morning when I rise and every night when I lay my head down.
I still feel heavy and my heart is still broken. The void that my mom left is huge and I will never stop missing her while I am here on this earth. But praise God for his unfailing love. When I cannot do this on my own, he carries me through and I have felt that truly over these past weeks. The weight is heavy upon me, but I know it could be heavier still if my Lord wasn’t holding me up.
Let Him hold you too.
His hands are open and the blood that poured out from him was shed for you too, no matter how stained you think you are, his perfect blood WILL wash you white as snow if you let Him.
This song has been a huge encouragement to me, go take a listen!
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