Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Joy and Sorrow

In just two days our daughter will be married. After walking through the most difficult of times, the path took an unexpected turn. Where once dark clouds overshadowed, sunshine has broken through. Our hearts are filled with joy and thanks.

There are days when the beliefs we have held dear come into question. The head knows, but the heart cries out those questions we thought we had long ago laid to rest. We know it's all right to ask, and it isn't so much the doubting as the longing to feel, in a tangible way, Love reaching out to us.

"I need to know You are real - to hear Your voice and feel Your touch."

In the midst of the joy filling this home, there have been hard moments. The medical report wasn't what we had prayed for. And on a much lesser scale, in the measuring of important moments, another rejection. And the hurting heart weeps, and we look up with such yearning.

And isn't this just the measure of life with it's mixture of joy and sorrow? If I am left to walk this path, with it's high mountains and low valleys without something firm beneath my feet, I am in constant danger of falling into despair.

The truth, the truth my heart knows in its very deepest places, is this. He is my firm foundation. He walks with me through the peaks and valleys and never once turns away. He promises joy for my sorrow and good out of pain. I believe Him - even in those moments when I don't believe.

God is good. All the time. It can come glibly to the lips, but when the darkness falls and everything we believe comes into question, the heart knows it is true. In time, and not always in the way we might choose. We aren't trusting in platitudes to make us feel better. We are resting in Love itself.