When words fail…
Its been so long since I have written on here because I still am at a loss for words to say concerning the last couple weeks and months of my life.
An amazing woman of God suggested out of love that my circle of people who know the full details of my life are to board and that this could be causing more heartache than healing.
I do believe in some way she is correct.
Some people just want the dirty details of your life so that they can have the inside scoop to share with others. A gossip session that neither helps or lifts up the body of believers.
I have learned that
a small group of people deserve to speak truth
into your life and that comes with wisdom in knowing who to trust.
That seeking God above all is the most important.
And that sharing the things I am learning will help others to grow in their walk and learn from my mistakes.
When you have a life altering thing happen such as I have had in the past month often times you want to share your grief so that you can find some sort of understanding of what happened, what was your part in it and how you can avoid the pain of it again. It is easy to get lost in the need to feel justified, consoled with false statements and not seek God’s hand or heart in the whole process. As people pour out their indignation at the injustice it is easy to get lost as the victim but that is not what I want nor where I want to stay.
I have spent much of my life starting over and could easily fall into the despair that each time I failed.
And I have walked that uncharted trail many times, with my mind replaying each and every moment to see where I went wrong.
I have pleaded with God for clarity, understanding and wisdom into what happened. I have taken his advice through my devotion time to just wait, to just be still and that even through the silence He is still very much there.
He sometimes loves us more in His silence. It’s in His silence that He is truly listening to His child, bearing the weight of their hearts cry and waiting for the child to calm long enough to just be held.
I was transparent in my struggles.
I was reaching out for help and
thought I had found a place that would be a refuge from the storms of my life.
I had found what I thought would be a dream job.
I was sure that life would finally begin to look up.
And then the other shoe dropped.
I was left feeling raw, naked in my pain.
I once again hit a place in my life that I had vowed I would never visit again. A dark, cold, lonely place where like Elijah all you wish for, pray for and plead for is death.
1 Kings 19:4
“ But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness and
came and sat down under a droom tree. And he asked that he
might die, saying, “It is enough; now, Oh Lord, take away my life,
for I am no better than my fathers.”
That seems better than to look into the faces of the people who love you and see the pity they wear so plainly.
It’s not that they mean to wear it so freely.
They love so much that it pains them to see me go through the trials that life brings.
They long to speak life yet their words fall short from making things better.
When someone is grieving…
Whether it be the loss of a loved on,
the loss of a dream,
or the loss of a friendship…
No platitudes will do!
Please do not be so quick to give your two cents
and expect the person grieving to just pick up
and move on in the time frame that you deem for them.
It says in Proverbs 25:20
“Singing cheerful songs to a person with a heavy heart
is like taking someones coat in cold weather
or like pouring vinegar in a wound.”
When you don’t know what to say admit it to the person grieving, be willing to be vulnerable in your inability to fix the situation and just be there for the brokenhearted friend.
If you have never been in that place then you are one lucky person, however I am willing to bet that if anyone does read this there will be more people who can relate than not. Sadly trials, heartache and difficulties do not pick a certain type of person but at some point in all of our lives we will experience a life altering trauma that will shake our foundation.
Saying to someone, God allowed it to happen
that God never gives more than you can handle
are both dangerous things to say!
It can possibly, not only form a bitterness in the grieving person towards a God that they may still be seeking and searching to understand but it also is inaccurate.
People use the saying…
Did you know that verse is actually NOT in the bible??
People refer to 1 Corinthians 10:13 when offering this platitude however if you look at the context of this verse it was talking about not being like the Israelite’s and their struggle to remain totally devoted to God and not stray to pagan gods, indulge in sexual promiscuity, test God or continually grumble as they did. Verse 13 states that temptations NOT TRIALS can be avoided because God will give you a way out. The temptations that are being spoken of in this verse are based on the temptations of the devil not of God.
It says in James 1:13:
“And remember, when you are being tempted do not say,
“God is tempting me.”
God cannot be tempted with evil, nor does He tempt anyone.”
So when you try to console someone in their grief be sure that you are speaking truth and life into their hearts instead of incorrectly attempting to fix things in your own strength.
So what is truth?
We want the truth so it can set us free, right?
I am going to break this up into 2 blogs because of the amount of information.
As I studied and wrote it became larger than expected.
I will leave you with one suggestion from a blog that I read today on
the best way to comfort a friend going through grief and trials.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Used via blog linked to.