I love the beach.
Well, I love parts of the beach. I could do without sand sticking to places it shouldn’t, seagulls scavenging for my food, and…um…the water. What? The crash and roar of the waves is delightful, I just don’t want them to crash on top of me.
So…I love the beach while nestled in my chair with toes in the warm sand, umbrella overhead, and a cold sweet tea paired with a good book. Admit it, the beach is far more civilized that way.
I love my life.
Well, I love parts of my life. I could do without my heart being broken, people stealing my trust, and…do you see where I’m going with this?
The past few years have had some beautiful—solid ground, under safe covering, provision abounding—moments. And then there were those dicey—upended, knocked on my keister, seemingly dragged out to sea—seasons.
The latter uncivilized slices of life, I could have done without.
I’ve spent a lot of time sifting through the sands of time asking God for clarity and understanding of the past. I’ve gone so far as to offer ultimatums and in my best version of a humble plea ask God to 1) answer me OR 2) deliver me from the constant unanswered questions that plague me.
God is good, of that I am absolutely certain, but He will no more bend to our will than does the ocean or its shifting tide.
God hasn’t provided certain understanding, or unmuddied the waters of my past, but He has brought something that I do believe far surpasses even the clearest cut answer:
Gratitude. And it is a sure sign of healing.
Maybe your past remains on a constant loop. Perhaps your carry what-if, what-was, or what-might-have-been questions like weighty baggage. If you’re in the midst of a journey with no horizon line in sight, can I offer you this assurance…
That healing may not look the way you think it ought too and those answers you seek may simply never come, but one day you will look back, and in spite of the pain, you will be grateful for every step you took.
Because they brought you closer to God.
Because they grew you into the person He needed you to be.
Because they taught you to never become what hurt you.
It’s simply a testimony to a wiser, mightier Father that we could look back on the sweetest moments of our life, hold them up against our darkest path, and choose to navigate the dark again because it created in us something far greater than sweet ever could.
“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 NLT
It is a sure sign of healing that rather than focus on what we’ve been through, we can thank God for what we’ve become.
He never promised that this life wouldn’t toss us out to sea now and again, but He does promise that if we will just look up, we will find Him. Dear friend, look up—He is a God who heals. ♥
You can also find these words linked up at my favorite spots: Purposeful Faith (#RaRaLinkup), Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday) and 3dlessons4life.