This is the cry of my heart tonight, reader. I’ve got nothing else to offer, nothing else to bring. No words of wisdom. No lesson or learning.
No, tonight what I have is a broken and contrite spirit. A faint heart, an emotionally exhausted mind, and a discouraged soul.
And beneath it all, the smallest flicker of hope.
The last few days, God’s convicted me big time of some sin I didn’t want to acknowledge. And I don’t know if this is how it works for you, but when God convicts me of sin, he doesn’t seem to hold back much. It seems like he brings out the big guns. (Even as I write this, I can almost hear God chuckle to himself, as if to say, “Oh Megan, you think those are my big guns? You’ve got no idea.”)
And I know God’s character is gentle. I know he can be delicate and soft in his handling of his children.
But sometimes, he is the thunder and the roaring lion and always he is a jealous God and a loving Father, and so when God sees us wrapped up in a sin, especially one we are either oblivious to or in denial of, he sends in the big dogs.
Or at least, that’s what it feels like on the receiving end.
And hear me, I’m not saying God isn’t kind in his conviction. I’m not saying his discipline isn’t rooted in love. I’m not saying he inflicts pain, pours out his wrath, or sends us into a place of shame and condemnation.
But I think what he does do, is come into our lives with all of his power and authority, and he hits hard on the hardest parts of our hearts.
And when he does, I always react the same way: first, I cry. Second, I question.
God, why do you have to hit so hard? Why is your approach so intense?Continue reading “God, I give you my mess.”