“The fog of the broken heart.
It’s a dark fog that slyly imprisons the soul and refuses easy escape. It’s a silent mist that eclipses the sun and beckons the darkness. It’s a heavy cloud that honors no hour and respects no person. Depression, discouragement, disappointment, doubt.. all are companions of this dreaded presence.
The fog of the broken heart disorients our life. It makes it hard to see the road. Dim your lights. Wipe off your windshield. Slow down. Do what you wish, nothing helps. When this fog encircles us, our vision is blocked and tomorrow is a forever away. When this billowy blackness envelops us, the most earnest words of help and hope are but vacant phrases.
If you have ever been betrayed by a friend, you know what I mean. If you have ever been dumped by a spouse or abandoned by a parent, you have seen this fog. If you have ever placed a spade of dirt on a loved one’s casket or kept vigil at a dear one’s bedside, you too, recognize this cloud.
If you have been in this fog, or are in it now, you can be sure of one thing – you are not alone.
Even the saltiest of sea captains have lost their bearings because of the appearance of this unwanted cloud.. think back over the last two or three months. How many broken hearts did you encounter? How many wounded spirits did you witness? How many stories of tragedy did you read about? … The list goes on and on, doesn’t it?
Foggy tragedies. How they blind our vision and destroy our dreams. Forget any great hopes of reaching the world. Forget any plans of changing society. Forget any aspirations of moving mountains. Forget all that. Just help me make it through the night!
The suffering of the broken heart.
does wonders for our own suffering.
God was never more human than at this hour. God was never nearer to us than when He hurt. The Incarnation was never so fulfilled as in the garden. And as a result, time spent in the fog of pain could be God’s greatest gift.
Time spent in the fog of pain could be God’s greatest gift.
It could be the hour that we finally see our Maker.
Maybe in our suffering we can see God like never before.
The next time you are called to suffer, pay attention. It may be the closest you’ll ever get to God. Watch closely. It could very well be that the hand that extends itself to lead you out of the fog is a pierced one.”
(from, No Wonder They Call Him the Saviour by Max Lucado)
I read this this morning and wanted to share.
I kinda have a feeling it’s not just for me.
Whatever is pressing in.
Sitting heavy on your heart.
You don’t even have to stop and think very hard.
It’s just there.
So near the surface.
so sensitive. so fragile.
Maybe no one else knows.
but God does.
Not only does He know.
He’s using it.
Though pain is hard and which of us ever would choose it if given the option.
But pain catapults us into Jesus like nothing else.
then. I see it. and get it. if even, just a tiny bit.
give thanks in all things.
The trials. the heartache. the rejection. the questions unanswered.
We give thanks because we see beyond.
As pastor Saeed Abedini, who is in prison in Iran, and looks as if no end is in sight.
in a letter he wrote his little seven-year old daughter said,
I know you don’t understand why daddy is here. why I can’t be with you.
I know you have questions that God doesn’t seem to be answering.
but remember, my sweet Rebekka, the answer to your why is always Who.”
With tears streaming down my face in a huge convention center with a thousand women around me,
listening to naghmeh, his wife, read that.
I will never forget her words.
The spirit of God.
it is always Who.
Whatever it is your facing today.
and i’m thinking of my girlfriend, 7 months pregnant, who’s husband has left her and chosen another.
of my girlfriend who’s been through miscarriage after miscarriage and it’s mother’s day coming up.
and the little girl in my church who’s the same age as my reesey, and just said goodbye to her mommy. 38. cancer.
my friend who’s had 3 grand mal seizures in the past 3 months.
another in a broken friendship and people taking sides.
and hurts and hurls and the pain is all around us.
the fog of the broken heart.
but. in the fog we find Him.
Makes me think of springtime here in Canada.
When all the snow is melting..
I remember the first one here.
Driving one afternoon and commenting to Shayne how thick the fog was.
how hard to see and dreary.
And he said, “oh, I’m happy to see the fog.
I remember growing up here and every spring, the fog was a welcome sight!
The fog means the snow is melting. going away. the fog is a good thing.”
a good thing?
yes. because when it lifts, there is new life!
loving this song right now
loving these verses -
“I called on Your name, O Lord, from the lowest pit.
from my sighing, from my cry for help,
You drew me near and said, “do not fear.”
You have redeemed my life!” lam. 3
May your heart be encouraged today.
there is HOPE!