Lately I feel like the ball on God’s ping pong table. As if I am bouncing from one tragedy to the next. It would appear, if my Facebook page is any indicator, many of us share the same predicament.
On Sunday scrolling through my Facebook feed, I learned of the unexplained sudden death of a healthy sixth month old. I was wrecked as I read of his mother’s anguished cries and aching arms. I sucked air in as the tears squeezed out. I uttered a small prayer for comfort and let the grief settle in for this momma I didn’t even know and the toddler she never would.
Scrolling a little further I read the news that a baby we prayed for regarding an encephalitic condition in the womb was born whole and healthy. I worshiped and praised sharing this answered prayer while weeping for the empty crib and childless mother.
God seems to allow crushing tragedy into our lives or into the life of someone we love, that leaves us wrecked. Speechless or reeling, grasping desperately at the whys?
- Why did this happen?
- Why did God allow this?
- Why could something so bad happen to this good person?
When I sink down and feel the weight of the sorrow or pain and slog through the mire of the unknown; I get to that part where my boots get stuck in the mud. I can go no further, think no more, no words to say, save for one….Jesus. I wait. Much like Augustine when he penned these words:
“In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.” ~ Augustine
I wait for the glory. I wait for the dazzle and it comes. Not always quickly. But it comes.
Just that one word. Jesus. It is the word when all others fail. It is the white flag waving at the end of a battered or IV tethered hand or a shaking fist. Jesus.
And then He does it. He reminds us of Who HE is. He dazzles.
It could be a totally unrelated answer to prayer or some miracle coming out of the current tragedy. He never fails. His glory is somehow revealed.
It’s like a small pat on the hand of a frightened child or the comfort of a parent waking a child from a night terror. He reminds us that he is there. That he is on the throne. He knows. He sees. He hears. He shapes.
The repercussions of the tragedy continue to unfold. The tears are still cried and dried. But the dazzling. The glory reminds us that we are not walking it alone or unseen. The Glory gives hint to purpose.
While the mysteries of the Why’s may never be answered on this side of eternity. The comfort of the Who comes. It comes with dazzling glory.
Perhaps if we share more of the Dazzling with others, even just the daily dazzling it would offer hope to those in darkness – those still wrestling with the Whys.
See, we get prayer requests daily on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Periscope…the requests come in droves. What about the Answers? Maybe we need to start just posting our Answers to prayers, our praises for how God shows up daily. The dazzling of glory moments in our day, not just the dark ones.
“Publish his glorious deeds among the nations. Tell everyone about the amazing things he does.” – Psalm 96:3
If you’ve followed the story of Joey and Rory Feek, you’ve witnessed the devastation of ovarian cancer on this little country music clan. In his blog thislifeilive.com Rory talks about their life quite candidly. I admire his strength and his faith during this heart wrecking journey. There is hope in his words…I think he sees the dazzling through his tears because his words bear witness and bring glory to God. I pray for Joey and their family daily. I pray for Dazzle for them.
If you are walking through the darkness. If you are prayed out, talked out, or tuckered out; say the name of Jesus. Then wait for it….
The dazzling will come. HIS Glory will shine.
POINT TO PONDER: If you’ve felt the dazzle amidst a wound share it here, encourage others. When we see there is a purpose to our pain it gives us strength to endure.
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