Bitter reality

It’s was one of those days that at the end of the day, as I board the bus on my way home I could do nothing but tune out. I turned out from the noise and the business, closed my eyes and wept inside. Silently praying against all the wrong, wickedness, difficult circumstances, pain and wounds that were brought to my attention this week.

It was a heavy week, difficult choices being made my kids in camp, disunity in community, hurts between team members, unexpected pregnancies in past kids and leaders, walking with fellow interns through hard personal decisions, kids having to leave camp for broken family reasons, bitterness building in hearts and insecurities destroying courage. My heart aches for the hurts that I see happening in or against people in my life.

Tears, lots of tears, grown men crying and becoming broken before God, young men crying over bad decisions, tears because of hurt and offenses, of pain and misery. Tears of reality.

What do you do with so much wrongness? The longer I am here the more I realize the answer is nothing. I can do nothing, I can only pray that God uses these things that seem so wrong and so messed up, lives ruined, destroyed and damaged to make them beautiful in His time. That He uses all of the pain and all of the hurts and all of the hardships for the purpose of drawing His own to the foot of the cross where they can rest secure in the Savior’s loving arms. This is my prayer.