I wept, and that's okay because Jesus wept too. I wept because I was at the end of my physical, emotional and spiritual strength. I couldn't battle anymore, I couldn't pray anymore, all I could do is weep. My husband was very supportive and gentle and allowed me to blubber about what it was that was bothering me. He didn't have to ask many questions though because he already knows what it is. We are walking this road together and he knows my deepest fears, my greatest joys and my highest dreams. So we didn't have to talk much, just enough that I could spill my heart out and he could be strong for me.
So I thought after my good session of weeping I would awaken the next morning to joy evermore. Wrong...all weekend I was still on the verge of more tears. I think God has me on the verge for a reason. He has me at that very place where I need Him most. In my own natural strength I can do nothing right now. I'm completely out of control of the biggest circumstances in my life. So I'm on the verge of something Big...I have to be. So I'm choosing to fall...to my knees, on my face, in my tears. I have to place complete and utter trust in the One who told me that He will never leave me or forsake me. To cling to His promise that He is the everlasting God and He will not grow weary. To know that "Splendor and Majesty are before Him, strength and joy in His dwelling place." 1 Chronicles 16:27. On Christ the solid rock I stand, even when I'm on the verge.
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