Truth is revealed to me, even when my skull is thick.
“ I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.” Psalm 77:1
I read the whole of Psalm 77 and think how Asaph, the author, expressed similar feelings and asked the same questions I have asked. Perhaps that puts me in good company, the company of mankind.
Do we all question the goodness of God when our lives seem very hard? I’ve done my share of asking only to be met with a hushed quiet that I now recognize as loving concern rather than silent neglect.
After this last season of Sweet William’s health issues, I am trying not to question so much but rather to fall upon grace and pray, “The will of the Lord be done.” It is the prayer that never fails.
“Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done,” Jesus prayed and gave us the example. It does bring me more peace, just to rest it all in His hands rather than flail like a fretful child. Trying to figure it all out is exhausting.
I’m still learning along this journey, not having reached perfection yet. I have a long way to go.
Yesterday morning as I was finishing my Bible study lesson for the day, I wrote in the margin of the book these words,
“I’ve gotten to know Him [God] in great victories, but even more I think in great trials.”
I almost gasped at the revelation of it as I wrote the words. They are truth I know in my head but suddenly they seemed to take root in my heart.
Is it possible, probable that hard places reveal Jesus the most? Paul’s words ring in my ears:
That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;