So many people have written wise words about suffering. I read them and find I have nothing new to offer on the subject. Enduring suffering is part and parcel of being alive. The longer I live, little by little, I understand suffering’s purpose.
I think for the unbeliever it must be to draw the attention toward a God who loves and wants to offer grace and mercy. To the believer it must be the same, to draw the attention toward a God who loves and offers grace and mercy. Moments and months of suffering come to everyone. And God offers Himself to us.
Instead of trying to give you my words, I submit to you a song I heard only about two months ago. It’s message rings loud in my ear, humming its melody to my soul, speaking truth to my spirit. It is called simply “Blessings.” It’s composer, Laura Story, has endured her own stuggles and speaks from her experience. I appreciate that. Here it is:
BLESSINGS
We pray for blessings. We pray for peace, comfort for family, protection while we sleep.
We pray for healing, for prosperity. We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering,
And all the while You hear each spoken need, yet love is way too much to give us lesser things.
‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear. And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near.
We doubt your goodness. We doubt Your love, as if every promise from Your Word is not enough.
And all the while You hear each desperate plea, and long that we’d have faith to believe.
‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?
When friends betray us, when darkness seems to win, we know that pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this not our home . . . It’s not our home.
‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops? What if Your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near?
What if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life,
Is a revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy?
And what if trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights are Your mercies in disguise?
Beautiful thoughts from a wise young women who has know her own suffering. Hear her story at this site.
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