“Finding God in the fragmented places of our lives, where all we thought was secure has been swallowed in the storm, takes a supernatural belief in a God we cannot see.”
After days of darkness, heavy rains, and winds, the sun is shining, bringing light and hope in the hard edges of our lives.
Hurricane Irma was kind to us. We took a light hit in our part of the world, others were devastated. As the sun brilliantly shines, I picture the one, possibly you, standing knee deep in water, or mud, or what is left of hearth and home. Standing knee deep in all that was yours. Standing in ashes after the fire. Fragments of your life, scattered and tossed about. I pray you have hot coffee in your hand.
Somehow in the hard edges of life, the simplest of things bring comfort, like wrapping your hands around hot coffee. Or, unearthing a treasure in the wreckage.
I turned to the book of Ezekial in early morning light. Ezekial, who stands in the midst of a fallen Jerusalem. Heartbroken in what was left of a tattered, beloved people. God’s own chosen people who made a mockery of His words, now finding themselves knee deep in mud. Exiled in a foreign place.
“Ezekiel’s calling came in the wake of a great sorrow and unrest. His ministry began with desperate dependence on divine grace. Nothing less than God’s sovereign presence could have prepared Ezekiel for the challenges he would face; and nothing short of God’s presence could have sustained him in the midst of it.” from the She Reads Truth Bible devotion, In The Wake of His Glory
I imagine how hard it was for Ezekial to stand and face the sorrow. I imagine how hard it is for you to stand before the shambles of what was your life, figuring out what in this unholy world to do next. I’ve been there. Not in the hurricane, but in the edges of my own shattered life. Making the first step towards rebuilding is the hardest step. To crumble would be easier.
Finding God is difficult on the easiest of days, Finding God when your entire life has been swallowed up by water or leveled to the ground is near impossible.
We must start with the simplest of things. The Sunshine after a storm. A rainbow off in the distance.
“The appearance of the brilliant light all around was like that of a rainbow in a cloud on a rainy day. This was the appearance of the Lord’s glory. When I saw it, I fell facedown and heard a voice speaking.”
Ezekiel 1:28 (CSB)
Standing in exile, Ezekiel looks up and is given a vision of the Lord’s Glory. Wow.
What if we looked up? What if we looked up rather than around at the mud, the water, the destruction? What if we fell face down and begged for a glimpse of His Glory? What if we sought the things that were not lost in the storm? Clinging to hope and peace in hard places. Can we do that? Can you?
To do so may be the hardest thing we will ever do. To cling to His promises. To list what I know, what we know, is the next step.
- He is faithful: “Because of the Lord’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22&23 (CSB)
- He is good. His faithful love endures forever: “For the Lord is good, and his faithful love endures forever; his faithfulness, through all generations.” Psalms 100:5 (CSB)
- He is in the fire with us: Daniel 3:8-25 (CSB) verse 25; “He exclaimed, ‘Look! I see four men, not tied, walking around in the fire unharmed; and the fourth looks like a son of the gods.'”
The promises are endless, just as His Love for us is endless.
Wherever you are today, know that you are not alone. There is a faithful God standing in the storm with you.
I urge to cling to the words; “Nothing less than God’s sovereign presence could have prepared Ezekiel for the challenges he would face; and nothing short of God’s presence could have sustained him in the midst of it.”
Just as He sustained Ezekiel, He is sustaining you and me.
Gifts of Grace
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I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you, my own daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. Sharing the realness of life. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.
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