Have you ever been so upset that you could hardly think straight?
Last week my heart hurt so bad I could hardly breathe. Various issues had accumulated all at one time, overwhelming my soul and squashing my confidence.
Weary to the bone, I went about preparing for work. I mechanically made breakfast and lunch for my children and sent them off to school. My brain was so overwhelmed, I just reacted.
I tried to pray. I tried to read my Bible. That’s where we get strength to face life’s struggles. But I couldn’t focus, so I went about my daily tasks as usual.
Half my day passed in a fog. I told myself I’d just wait it out, because God would never leave me or forsake me. He knows me, he sees my pain, and no words were necessary. Soon I’d be back to normal and then I could talk with Him.
When I was a teen, Mama told me that God hurts when we hurt. She said He comforts us if we let Him, and sometimes it helps to visualize Him there, perhaps holding your hand or wrapping His arms about you.
Psalms 34:18 says “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
After Mama died, quite a few times I felt Jesus rubbing my shoulder or sitting beside me while I cried myself to sleep at night. I didn’t have to face my pain alone, even when I was physically alone.
Knowing the comfort I had experienced in the past, I tried to think of that last week as my day progressed. God gave me an image of myself sitting with my arms about my bent legs, my forehead on my knees in what I call a defeated position. I was so weary I could not even stand. But I sensed a presence, and I felt a warm hand holding onto mine. No words were spoken, but He was there, feeling my pain.
He loves me. No matter what others think of me, no matter what mistakes I make. And He never wastes a hurt. He allowed me to endure that pain for a reason. Maybe just to remind me that He’s always there and that I can rely on Him, no matter what happens.
I’m so glad there is hope! God mends hearts. And He makes them stronger!