God is there in suffering.
Maybe more evident than anywhere else. Dare I say it? He is not just the God of glimmering rainbows and dew covered leaves or sweet soft little newborn babies. He shouts his glory through those things. He proclaims himself as the creator of all.
Yet he whispers in our suffering. Sometimes it is the still small voice that is more persistent and convincing than a shout. When we are weak and crumbling on the floor and cannot go on, it is that gentle whisper. “I am here.”
When I cannot get out of bed because the nausea of grief is too great, and all I can do it wrap myself in blankets, the still small voice says, “the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”
“God,” I cry, “I cannot go on. I cannot function. The weight is too great. The pain is too great.”
“we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 3:3-5
Being a Christ follower means embracing struggle. Yet we have this promise:
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you” Isaiah 43:2
Is this life supposed to be easy?
It is through suffering that we are “more than conquerors through him who loved us.”
I see him, more than ever through my suffering. Though my human mind and body is beaten down my soul, my spirit is willing. I will conquer. I will glorify HIM through this.