I might turn out to be a really terrible, unfaithful blogger. Oops…
Halloween 2009. A day that goes beyond words. I can’t tell you exactly what happened that day. All I can say is that it was the start of deep, long-lasting pain—and I knew it. In a matter of 45 minutes, my world changed forever. Nothing shifted in my circumstances. Nothing was altered in my appearance.
No one even knew.
I watched darkness roll in over my life that day, and I thought, “I will never forget this day. But someday in the future, it will be this day again—and I’ll be looking back with victory.”
One year passed. Things weren’t any better.
Two years. Things were worse.
Three years. 2012. Last night. I almost forgot the day altogether.
There’s this really beautiful promise in the psalms:
Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!
I’ve cried a lot of tears in my life. Gosh, I’ve cried a lot of tears in three years. But you know what? The goodness of God really is greater than any sorrow.
He made a promise never to leave. I’ve always been with Him. And in His presence, there is fullness—fullness—of joy. You just can’t outrun His goodness and mercy.
He is the joy set before us.
Once, at the beginning of the hard days, I said to God, “This doesn’t look like more than I can ask or imagine.”
I was deeply brokenhearted. Everything I cherished, everything I was, was slipping away. I saw the promise, I saw my life, and I couldn’t draw any connection.
But I’m telling you, the story isn’t over until He says it is. It isn’t over until you say it is. (And even when you say it is, He’s there to pick you up, dry your tears, and take your hand again…and again and again.)
I look back and see all the life that’s been raised once more. I laugh at the fulfillment of dreams and the restoration of joy. And I know, really know…
More than I can ask, think, or imagine: that’s what’s in store.
Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.