I regularly post on facebook and I try to keep it real. Though not sharing details of struggles I encounter, just as I am true in sharing joys, I am also true in sharing hurts that are common to every life.
Growing up was hard for me for reasons too many and too complex to detail, and I well recall wishing desperately that someone would show me how to cope, how to manage the ups and downs, the unavoidable difficulties that arose. I guess I see facebook as an opportunity to share my heart with others who may be struggling deeply and just as I many years ago, they want someone to encourage, to be real, to show them the way.
I almost always try to bring my posts around to scripture or to some testimony about God’s rich goodness in the midst of every season of life. He is a refuge to those who seek Him. He is the unfailing friend who sticks closer than a brother. Knowing scripture helps us to know that struggles will come, not might come, but they will and it doesn’t mean it is because you are failing. This is still a hard one for me. Early on in life I somehow became convinced that I deserved the harshness I encountered, that somehow bad things couldn’t happen to good people. That simply isn’t true. We have the entire book of Job to prove it.
I have a burden in my life, one that is rooted in the depths and center of my heart, one that I could not carry without the awesome power and strength that comes from knowing God. I look to Him continually. It does not mean I have no pain, it means I have somewhere to take it, someOne to love me through it, to hold my hand and my heavy heart with a caring that is perfect and will not cease.
As I worked today on the mundane chores of home, folding one piece of clothing after another, my mind was drawn back to the wonderful words of a favorite old hymn that I have sung to my children over and over again with prayers emanating from my heart, arms enfolded in love around their precious little selves…”sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, thy wings shall my petition bear, to Him whose truth and faithfulness engage the waiting soul to bless. And since He bids me seek His face, believe His Word, and trust His grace, I’ll cast on Him my every care and wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.”
I knew as I hummed these familiar refrains that I would be sharing this with anyone who takes the time to read. Not for my benefit, but for that someone out there who needs to know, as I did and I do, how to navigate the difficult terrain of a fallen world. We breathe prayer, we live by faith believing His Word and trusting His grace…that is how we make it through; knowing that He alone is our peace.