Don't waste it....
do you ever wonder ... when you're going through something horrid... WHY you have to go through that kind of muck??
me too!
Back in 2000, I had the deepest darkest walk through life that I have ever had...
before or since....
Interestingly, the thing I wanted most during that time, was for someone to be able to look me in the eye and say.. ." I know how you feel"
but for whatever reason, nobody could....
I vowed, if I ever got to the other side of the crap, to spend my life sharing those very words.....
"I know how you feel"
someone shared these verses with me a while back... that brought it all into perspective:
II Corinthians 1:3 & 4
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
4who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God
I feel like I've been to the edge.....and back.... But I can honestly say that I'm not there any more....
and I'm committed now more than ever.... to not waste that experience....
Maybe you've been to the edge....maybe you're at the edge....
know this... that somewhere, somebody knows how you feel...
Tomorrow will be better....
Don't waste the trip
posted by Paul @ 7:39 p.m.
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3 Comments:
Psalm 56 was my refuge when I was in my pit. I knew there had to be no way my God would allow the pain I experienced were it not for my character development and His Glory.
The enormous pit of divorce caused many a tear, a lot of soul searching and removed a lot of judgmental attitudes. Compassion was a harder lesson for this sojourner.
Psalm 56 was my refuge when I was in my pit. I knew there had to be no way my God would allow the pain I experienced were it not for my character development and His Glory.
The enormous pit of divorce caused many a tear, a lot of soul searching and removed a lot of judgmental attitudes. Compassion was a harder lesson for this sojourner.
I love those verses too...they give purpose to otherwise seemingly pointless experiences. I remember when we were going through very dark days with our oldest son how much it meant to me when someone shared that they had been where I was. You soon understand that you can't even imagine how it feels to live through those things until you have been there.Losing my Dad has been another experience that has given me a whole new level of compassion for those who are grieving. I see it much differantly now. How great that God takes our pain and turns it into purpose :)
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