They said that Monday was the worst day of the year. But they didn’t know of her darkest, deepest, hardest days. Those black days, each in their own way so terrible she thought she might not survive, might go mad.
January days are short and dark and cold. Days of pain are long and pain comes back – or maybe never goes. What to do, what to do? Where and how to alleviate the pain, to know that spring will come again?
Into the pain come words of hope and there is gratitude for friends who pray, not even asking for what they pray but who support and comfort and are simply THERE. Often people want to know what they are praying for – and it’s a ruse for prurient curiousity and Christian gossip. Good friends simply pray not necessarily knowing the what and where and how and why.
So she writes of ways to alleviate those January blues. Walks the beach and tries to pray.
Sings harder and louder (where no-one can hear) of grace and mercy and love and peace.
“Lord I come before your throne of grace… Lord of mercy, You have heard my cry; Through the storm You're the beacon, My song in the night...." (R + C Critchley, (c) Kingsway music)
Knows the truth of the Messiah who comes into impossible messes and makes miracles happen.
Gives her broken heart to the One who does real heart transplants and gives her His. (Ezekial 11:19)
Proves that joy happens when she opens herself to be enveloped by God’s Presence. (Zechariah 8:8)
Needs a month of festival – from sorrow into gladness and mourning into a holiday: Purim, looking forward to a February of fruit and fasting in order to fall back into festival for Easter.
Reads blogs and posts and books and articles that are positive and encouraging.
Learns to skip and jump EVEN when it’s a bad day, when a friend takes her by the hand and skips her down the beach, arms swinging. Says, Smile – even through the tears.
Hears a friend say: God can make something beautiful out of our mess if we hand it over to Him to transform.
Remembers that ALL IS GIFT – even in the brokenness of broken hopes and broken dreams, broken hearts and broken days, the God of all comforts goes on giving and giving. Mending and healing. Transplanting and transforming.
ALL IS GRACE, amazing grace – through Christ alone who translates sorrow into joy, transfigures pain into healing.
CHRIST OF THE CROSS, WE COME TO YOU –
FOR YOU ALONE CAN MAKE US WHOLE
What has helped you most, on those difficultest of days?
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