Psalm 56:8 You number my wanderings; You put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your book?
Let's face it life has its complexities. It has its strange wanderings. Its enigmas. But if we are a believer who is truly following God, a beautiful tapestry is being woven there that takes these strange pieces, these odd fragments of thread, and weaves them into the beauty of His Son.
Pain? Yes there are pains there that often lead to tears. Everything is found out there. But the beauty is all the clutter is removed. He is a God that knows how to remove the clutter. There is a seeing obtained there that could not have otherwise come. Our eyes are made to see things we would never have seen, through ways and means we would not have known. There is a sublime beauty we come into there that comes out of the excruciating pain.
This is not always known at first. In fact we may often feel all together lost. There are battles to be fought there but Christ is to be won. The voice of the enemy is heavy there. The hounds of demons thick. We are taken like Christ into the desert to face the enemy alone. He does not let us feed on the bread of man there. We must learn to stand in the Spirit, and the Spirit alone. He makes us feel weak, to know in Him we are strong.
Many pitfalls await us there. But He is the Lord over them all. There is the cesspool of self pity and despair. The valley of disillusionment. The ever tempting exit signs we see, "To Return to the World Exit Now". There are the naysayers and the sharks. The forests of confusion. The scathing insults of the religious "wise". There is the worldly churchman also there who continually tries to take the cross we are carrying and wrestle it from our hands. There are valleys of death to be descended into and mountains of Myrrh to be climbed. And there is the ever present voice of the enemy always trying to drive us back to keep us from going in, or to push us over any of these cliffs we may oblige.
But there is a strange strength we begin to encounter there. There is a strange hand compelling us on. We are almost drawn by His Spirit as it were into this mysterious darkness. The night of the unknown. It is though somehow we know the way without knowing it at all. We know we must go through. We must go in. "This is the way, Walk ye in it." It is painfully beautiful, though seemingly desolate and bleak. It is terrifying yet mesmerizing. Our Spiritual eyes are riveted upon it. It is almost as if we cannot turn away. We know that there is nothing left to do but to go forward. The strength of His hand compels us on.
This is the night of beauty. And as weak as we feel. As chaotic and disjointed as it all seems. As perplexing as the way often becomes. We are able to look back one day and see the hand of God orchestrating it all. We are amazed to know we have been in the palm of His hand through it all. He is weaving a beautiful tapestry of events that one day we will see is working for our good, and His kingdoms good. It is not only working for our good, but for the sake of His people. There is something forged into us there that is not to be held in but given away. It is formed in us to be poured out of us. It is painful sometimes it is true. But some of the most beautiful music ever composed is comprised of some of the most somber notes.
He knows our wanderings. He knows our tears. Are they not in His bottle? They have certainly been put in His book.
Let's face it life has its complexities. It has its strange wanderings. Its enigmas. But if we are a believer who is truly following God, a beautiful tapestry is being woven there that takes these strange pieces, these odd fragments of thread, and weaves them into the beauty of His Son.
Pain? Yes there are pains there that often lead to tears. Everything is found out there. But the beauty is all the clutter is removed. He is a God that knows how to remove the clutter. There is a seeing obtained there that could not have otherwise come. Our eyes are made to see things we would never have seen, through ways and means we would not have known. There is a sublime beauty we come into there that comes out of the excruciating pain.
This is not always known at first. In fact we may often feel all together lost. There are battles to be fought there but Christ is to be won. The voice of the enemy is heavy there. The hounds of demons thick. We are taken like Christ into the desert to face the enemy alone. He does not let us feed on the bread of man there. We must learn to stand in the Spirit, and the Spirit alone. He makes us feel weak, to know in Him we are strong.
Many pitfalls await us there. But He is the Lord over them all. There is the cesspool of self pity and despair. The valley of disillusionment. The ever tempting exit signs we see, "To Return to the World Exit Now". There are the naysayers and the sharks. The forests of confusion. The scathing insults of the religious "wise". There is the worldly churchman also there who continually tries to take the cross we are carrying and wrestle it from our hands. There are valleys of death to be descended into and mountains of Myrrh to be climbed. And there is the ever present voice of the enemy always trying to drive us back to keep us from going in, or to push us over any of these cliffs we may oblige.
But there is a strange strength we begin to encounter there. There is a strange hand compelling us on. We are almost drawn by His Spirit as it were into this mysterious darkness. The night of the unknown. It is though somehow we know the way without knowing it at all. We know we must go through. We must go in. "This is the way, Walk ye in it." It is painfully beautiful, though seemingly desolate and bleak. It is terrifying yet mesmerizing. Our Spiritual eyes are riveted upon it. It is almost as if we cannot turn away. We know that there is nothing left to do but to go forward. The strength of His hand compels us on.
This is the night of beauty. And as weak as we feel. As chaotic and disjointed as it all seems. As perplexing as the way often becomes. We are able to look back one day and see the hand of God orchestrating it all. We are amazed to know we have been in the palm of His hand through it all. He is weaving a beautiful tapestry of events that one day we will see is working for our good, and His kingdoms good. It is not only working for our good, but for the sake of His people. There is something forged into us there that is not to be held in but given away. It is formed in us to be poured out of us. It is painful sometimes it is true. But some of the most beautiful music ever composed is comprised of some of the most somber notes.
He knows our wanderings. He knows our tears. Are they not in His bottle? They have certainly been put in His book.
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