Consolation

Happy endings tied neatly with a bow are never guaranteed.

Broken things often remain broken, their power to lacerate as destructive as ever, undiminished by the passage of time.

Wounds fester and hearts break, in full view of the ones who caused them.

Hands that once blessed, instead throw stones, their biblical mandates weaponized, but rarely heeded.

The very arms that once enfolded, now impose distance—banishment beginning at arm’s length.

Grace, however, is found in proximity.

Healing spills over from our Christ who is ever near and always vigilant—the One who feels our pain as if it were His own…because it 𝐢𝐬.

When we are hurt, He is the One who aches.

He, a cathedral for the crushed and a refuge for the reviled, whispers peace and strengthens our fragile places with His hope-filled consolation:

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Let that wash over you, beloved.

It wasn’t for nothing. And nothing is beyond His power to redeem.

Not a moment of our pain goes to waste. Each blow, each sorrow, is attended by myriad graces, both big and small.

In God’s economy, what lies in waste, never goes to waste. Ruins become building blocks, and ashes give way to beauty. Rubble is reassembled, dreams rise from desolation, and grief is eclipsed by glory.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, dear ones.

Be encouraged today. Not all will be repaired, but 𝐚𝐥𝐥 will ultimately be redeemed.

“There is in fact no redemptive work done anywhere without suffering.”
~ 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭