Who of us can know why some must cry for longer seasons than others. Last year was filled with additional losses and subsequently, more crying--only this time the stakes were higher. I had a writing deadline. So I cried. And then I wrote. Sometimes I cried as I wrote.
Here's why and how I could write as I cried:
Those who sow in tears shall reap joy.
He [She] who continually goes forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing,
Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing,
Bringing his [her] sheaves with him [her].
Psalm 126: 5--6
The take away for me is when I'm honest enough with myself and God to show up for my life each day--in pain, I am sowing tears and sure to reap joy when God Himself says, "Harvest time is here."
It's a promise. His promise.
Joy is my word for 2016. It's alive in my heart now. What I wrote in tears is now being introduced to closed support groups of women in crisis. This year I will gather their feedback in regards to the fit and relevancy of How to Forgive What You'll Never Forget. God keeps His promises. "He is not a man that he should lie" (Numbers 23:19). And He is restoring voices and empowering women who've suffered abuse and betrayal because Love makes a way--for us all.
And so in this new year I pray:
"I have sought You, Lord, with my whole heart; be gracious to me according to Your promise."
(Psalm 119: 58)
If you're in a season of mourning and the sun has yet to rise in your heart, wrestle if you must (I did) until you find rest in His promise: Joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5).
May the road rise to meet your feet on the path of the Father's good will for you. Now and forever more. All things new.
You are not alone,
Published on Wednesday, January 20, 2016 @ 10:12 AM CDT