There are times we cry.
Yes, we long for and delight in tears of joy, but what of the moaning of the heart?
Tears may be tender and quiet; at other times they come almost violently, physically draining -weeping of deep sorrow.
The grieving may come from the physical pain of illness, loss of life, the betrayal of a friend or a loved one, the death of a dream, watching a loved one wrestle and drift, the waiting that does not fit our time table, or a myriad of other reasons.
Great joy does not always exclude sorrow. There are times my greatest joy has come from my deepest sadness and loss when it meant that God had torn away something that was not for my ultimate best.
At other times, the profound sorrow led to a deeper understanding of and dependence on my tender Savior. He has often turned my “mourning into dancing.” (Psalm 30:11)
But sometimes I have had to wait for that dance.
Seasons of life have arisen when my own compromise with that which I know God had called me to or away initially created a more comfortable place. But no lasting comfort, satisfaction, or pleasure comes from being the prodigal – either running to the far country or just outside the walls of His protection.
Tears that flow from leaving behind something that was not His best or was totally contrary to His heart are dried in the reality of the sure hope that my God knows what is the most excellent path for me and will bring it to completion. It becomes my call to simply surrender and trust.
His course may not always be easy, but it is, ultimately, the most pleasant. It may not come with immediate relief, but He does promise the “still rest” as we remain steadfast waiting for our faith to become sight. And, oh that amazing view!
But even if it never becomes sight this side of heaven, it will be worth the surrender of my will.
The cries of the heart often stem from the longings with which we were created and which, when fulfilled, will be satisfied – but only partially here.
As glorious, pleasing, and satisfying as they are now and will be in this life, they are only dim reflections of things we cannot even imagine! They are gifts that delight from the hand of our good and gracious God, intended to point us to a greater love, a grander gift, a deeper joy!
“Now we see through a glass dimly…but then we will see (clearly) face to face…now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.” (I Corinthians 13:12)
Will I allow the cries of my heart, the tears that have fallen, to be dried by the hand of my Redeemer and King as I rest in the hope of a greater promise?
“And in Your hands the pain and hurt look less like scars and more like…character.” -Sara Groves, “Scars”