There are struggles in your life everyday. I don’t know this because I’m some kind of clairvoyant or mind reader. I know this because it’s true in my life also.
I’m thankful that God chose to reveal His wisdom through the Bible. I have no desire to act like I’m someone who can explain every aspect of the Bible, but I am confident that I understand the Bible. It is the record that has been given to us so we can know what God’s will for our life is and so we can recognize what God looks like when He shows up.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been struggling with loss. Some friends and acquaintances in my community have suffered terrible loss. At one time I was tempted to differentiate the types of loss. The truth is that they were both daughters, and friends, one was a wife and mother, another was either of those. However they were both daughters and both friends to those who knew them.
I’ve been humbled in realizing that I tried to set up differentiations in the types of relationships. However, the bone honest truth is that loss of anyone you love dearly is very difficult. We can paint the losses up and argue that one is in some way “easier” than the other, but I don’t think that’s true. The relationships and roles their lives filled may have differences, but loss…is loss.
I keep running across these words that Jesus said:
Matthew 5:4 (NIV84)
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
For comfort to come, mourning must take place. For the blessing to be received, the mourning must occur.
Mourning is difficult. We are supposed to be strong. We are supposed to hug and whisper things like, “Everything happens for a reason.” The statement is dropped as if it is the thing that is supposed to incur some type of healing. Mourning must occur. Of course mourning can take many different avenues. Some shout in anger while seeking the comfort that only God the Father can apply to a life. Others sit in silence.
However, we must all learn to fight the temptation to be self sustaining. Self sustenance doesn’t bring the blessing and doesn’t allow for comfort, not true comfort.
Sometimes I have to realize that my best advice, the kind word, the warm exchange, or caring gesture aren’t my best effort. Those things may be how I decide to cope with my desire to feel like I’ve done something. My best effort is loving them through the pain and understanding that allowing them to mourn while encouraging them to seek God in their pain, even in their anger, is the only way blessing and comfort can come to those who have suffered great loss.
I am not the great physician. I am a follower of Jesus and must watch to see where He leads me into the lives of those around me. For me to truly serve, I must follow the Master and listen for His voice. I’m not sure I can hear Him if I’m rambling off advice.
We find our blessings and comfort in our struggle to seek the Master and His Kingdom.