Dealing with despair,
And anxiousness beyond reason,
Where feelings are stripped bare,
And mark this grievous grieving season.
When we bear this grief,
One day at a time,
We are strengthened for eventual relief,
And out of grief we will ultimately climb.
There is the reward from enduring horrendous seasons. Growth is acquired by the person who can suffer well. It’s the point of suffering. God makes out of these situations the mettle for growth. For what other reason does God allow us to be tested other than for strengthening?
As we bear the transgression against us, we are reminded of the virtue grown in simply standing our ground. Sure, we will stumble and perhaps we fall – for a moment, a day, a week – but then we make a calm and resolute resolve to mount up again. Soon we are feeling sufficiently invincible in our comparative weakness.
There is strength gained in the enduring of grief; in the conquest of depression; in the bearing of anxieties that deprive us of peace.
Let us not slip into cliché here: this is a sure-fire solution for the faith we dispose in Jesus’ name.
We must hold the faith that the bearing of issues tremendously terrible will gain for us something worthwhile – yes, again that is gain! We don’t want to hold on simply to stay where we are at. We might settle for what we had – an existence far from the dearth of lament we endure right now.
But God has something gorgeously better in mind.
There will come a time when we look back – with fondness for the brave decisions of faith we are making right now that are forging the moment in godly stability.
There will come a time when we look back – with clarity for what the purpose of the present trial was. Soon we will see it in full view. Soon! Hold on.
There comes a time, always, when we have journeyed faithfully, where God delivers us.
Great is the hope we hold in our hearts if we can believe the destiny often caged in a pathetic cliché: God has a plan for your life; to prosper you and to give you a future you can believe in now. No cliché; reality it is soon to become. We make it ours by belief.
There’s strength gained in the enduring of grief; in the conquest of depression begetting sadness; in the bearing of anxieties that deprive us of peace. God grows us in strength as we endure. It is evident with clarity as we look back. Fondness, also, for the growing season as we look back.
© 2014 S. J. Wickham.