It seems there’s more tragedy than triumph in the world right now.
There’s despair and dreariness; it’s the longest of the dark nights.
I don’t know if the pain pierces my heart anymore.
It now is a raw, pulsing, agonizing, heartache.
It’s a sharp stab. And it’s a slow ache.
There’s cities and hearts ravaged by racism.
There’s terror in the eyes of men.
There’s cancer inflicting harm in families.
There’s guns pulled in schools.
There’s illness ruining minds.
There’s babies who starve.
Listen to these words, my friend.
They are the words about a man, two thousand years ago who came for us, clothed in humility and lowliness.
They are the words about a man, who is coming again, in humility and power, in mercy and righteousness, to be our True King forever in a land where Love is like oxygen.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.
And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man.
He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes,
and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.”
This is our only hope.
We are living for Jesus.
We are waiting for Him to return.
We are praying and fasting and crying out and singing melodies, “Come, Lord Jesus, come!”
Even on the brightest, most joyful days here in this foreign place, love is still but a glimpse of His, and joy is still but a shadow of all He is.
There’s a day coming that is sweeter and more victorious than the flowers blooming and a lion roaring.
There’s a day coming, where we will be Home, in the Kingdom, with our King Jesus.
He will wipe away every tear.
Death will not tear us apart.
We will never say good-bye again.
We will live deeply and warmly, wrapped tightly in the moment of everlasting.
We will never mourn again.
We will never feel cold tears running down our cheeks.
We will never feel pain, a sharp stab or a slow ache.
Our bones will never break again.
Our hearts won’t be reigned by wickedness.
We won’t be broken and evil and sinful creatures.
Cling tightly to the hope that God will wipe away every one of those precious tears.
But for now, let those tears flow.
Scream and bawl your eyes out and wrestle with that frustration.
Let puddles form beneath your feet.
Let your voice belt out with all of the weakened strength you have left.
Lean into that pain; let your heart be soft and melted and broken.
Because my sister, your tears and your pain and your mourning are okay, they are even right.
Things were never supposed to be this way.
Your heart should be broken over evil.
Your voice should cry out in misery.
Your soul should wrestle through despair.
You are wholly devoted to a God who is good, whose heart is of compassion, of peace, of healing and strength and joy.
His heart breaks with it all, too.
One day He will wipe away every one of those precious tears.
But until that day, my sister, let the tears flow.
Lean into the pain. Lean into the brokenness. Lean into the tragedy and despair. And in the same moment, lean into Jesus.
And I promise you can find His glory even there.
In your deepest scar. In your shattered heart. In our broken world.
Oh, lean into the Man of Sorrows, into God, who felt the nails and let His heart break for a moment.
And may your soul know deeply and truly, that in just a little while longer, our hearts and land will be restored to the goodness they were always meant to dwell in.
Love will be our oxygen.
Fruits will be juicier.
Harmony will bind men together.
Melodies will be on our lips.
Joy will be the strength in our bones.
But until then, feel your heart break.
And know soon He will mend it back together, with divine grace woven into the soul of man.
In the twinkling of an eye,
At the sound of a trumpet,
Our sweet Jesus will come for us.
Just a little while longer.
Until we are redeemed, restored, for everlasting.
With a little more love than usual. –Melissa
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