A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing
Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils. Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships. It reeks of pungent rottenness. We’ve all been there. Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them. Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized. Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song. Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.
Beloved, you are not alone in these moments. We are simply NOT alone. I don’t have any easy answers for you. I don’t have some quick-fix action plan to remove you from the hurt or the ache. I don’t offer platitudes to nauseate your faith. I have nothing much to offer to sooth the weariness creeping deep into your flesh and bones. But this one thing I know is true.
This moment of heartache will not last forever. This torrent of pain will eventually subside. This mourning of bitter tears will dry up. Joy will come again. It may not be instant, but hope will rise again. You will rise again. You see, I believe God keeps all His promises even when the circumstances speak otherwise.
To all who mourn in Israel,
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
You will not grieve forever. You will not hurt forever. The tide will turn. Beloved, in this moment, I want you to hold faith. Please don’t give up. Lean in to this right-now moment. Choose hope. Choose life. Choose love. Choose to believe you will rise up with healing in your knees.
Soon again you will dance. You will triumph. You will sing of the goodness of God in the land of the living. You will be able to say, I stood in the storm, and the storm did not overtake me.
When you go through deep waters,
I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you.
Today, look at the leaves of your life. The leaves of your life will turn again to magnificent colors. You will again exude the sweet fragrance of life. Just. Hold. On. To. Hope.
This is a letter I wrote for the Story Sessions Blog.