“To comfort all who mourn,
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” Isaiah 61:2-3
If I could summarize what God has done for me in the nutshell, in one sentence, I would call myself a walking miracle. If I said it otherwise, I’d have underestimated the God I encountered in my life as an orphan, grew up in a third world country, central Africa. When I look back and try to count many ways and occasions that God was right there with me when I was terrified and alone, there are too many to number. You may think that this would be enough to ensure me that everything will be okay when I face dead ends or doubts. Not at all. Some days I feel hopeless, desperate, scared, alone. Sometime I feel like God is far away or has forgotten me. Honestly, I find it hard to rejoice when I am hurting. However, some days I feel energized and fully inspired. Life is filled with ups and downs.
In the letter the Apostle Paul wrote to the Philippians, he said: 4 Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. 5 Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; 6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God” Phillipians 4: 4-6.
God’s ways are far better than mine, and just because some things go my way sometimes, it doesn’t make it right or the other way around. So just like God told the prophet Isaiah “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. 9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts”, Isaiah 55:8-9, I pray that my soul learns to completely surrender and yield to God’s ways all the time. Like the king David, in Psalms 27:4, one thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in His temple.”
God, I pray that you please help me and everyone who reads this, to hear your comforting voice in the midst our hopelessness; remind us that you even know the number of hair on our heads, that our days are numbered before you. You hold our lives in your hands, Heaven is your throne, and the earth is your footstool. We trust in You, help us hear your loving voice. Amen.