To say that getting him to eight has been one of the greatest challenges of my life is an understatement. He endured over a dozen surgeries, more hospital visits and stays than I can count. Specialist and therapy visits... you get the picture.😓
I spent the first few years of his life feeling like God was punishing me. That He was mean and harsh. That He should do something, if not for me, at least for him. Where was His mercy in Chunk's suffering?
To say that I was angry and bitter... understatement. I couldn't run from or push God far enough away.
But not only did He refuse to go, He PURSUED me. You've probably heard that Christinese numerous times before and wondered what the heck does that even mean. 🤷🏾♀️
You know those "random happenings" that come about on your worst days to give you a helping hand or word of encouragement? A sudden weird sense that things are going to be fine? Well, they're actually not so random. They're by God's design.
That's how much He cares for us, how much He wants relationship with us. Even while we push Him away. (Romans 5:8)
God pursued an unlikely Hagar an Egyptian servant in the desert and blessed her. (Genesis 16:13) He's in your desert place too.
Daughter, your struggles have not gone unseen, nor your cries unheard. Turn towards the Father, the ONE who is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in loving devotion and truth in your sorrow. (Exodus 34:6)
When you're suffering it seems improbable I know. I feel your heart. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain by turning towards Him.
Precious Lord, we thank You for this new thing that You're doing in us. Our eyes are on You as you heal our brokenness, bring new life to dreams we thought were dead and replace our sorrows with everlasting joy. In the mighty and infallible name of Jesus we pray. Amen.