Come, let us return to the LORD.
For He has torn us, but He will heal us;
He has wounded us, but He will bandage us.
He will revive us after two days;
He will raise us up on the third day,
That we may live before Him.
So let us know, let us press on to know the LORD.
His going forth is as certain as the dawn;
And He will come to us like the rain,
Like the spring rain watering the earth.
There have been times lately where I have felt abandoned, forgotten, cast aside by our God. I marvel that I have worked so hard to honor Him and work for His Kingdom, yet seemingly have not been found a worthy vessel or a useful tool for His handiwork.
Now, before you get excited, I know that is not true. But it is oftentimes a long way from my head to my heart, and the messages don’t always get through in time. And my heart aches.
I find passages like this and Psalm 42-43 comforting. They are melancholic, yet hopeful. They do not try to sugar coat the pain and suffering as if they are false or unnecessary or sinful. Instead, they let the emotions tell their story, and then remind all that the emotions are not the end. God will come again. Praises will roll forth. The sun itself will shout “Glory” in the dawn. The spring rains will water the crops. Life will burst through where death was expected.
Though often loudly poorly represented, Christianity is a wondrous faith. I cannot imagine life apart from it.