Most of us learn and grow from painful experiences.
Our deepest and darkest hurts become our life stories. We build these narratives and share them in the hope that others will be strengthened and encouraged. We dig deep, exposing our vulnerabilities to restore hope to the broken.
Yet given the topsy-turvy nature of life, I find myself wondering if I have the grit to share the life stories birthed from tragic or traumatic events.
Call me a wuss, but there are just some lessons I’d rather not learn firsthand. I’m happy to share about joyful inspiring experiences, but the deep, dark, soul-wrenching hurts … not so much.
Because when tragedy befalls, your world turns topsy-turvy. Suddenly, nothing makes sense any more. You become hungry for answers. You try to find meaning, to restore balance. You devour people’s shared narratives. You become extremely grateful for everyone who has stood before you and bravely shared their stories, because these become your lifeline:
If she could get through this, so can I;
If he conquered that, so will I
So what to do?
Pray hard for your loved ones. Pray without ceasing.
There are elements of life known only to God; facets of life that we have little control over, except through prayer.
I love my family fiercely. I pray for their well-being and safety constantly. I pray for their preservation. That evil will keep its nasty claws far far away. I pray that only goodness and mercy will follow them. I pray for my friends, colleagues, church, and community, that God’s love and goodness will prevail.
This is my prayer for you too, dear reader. May the God of love preserve you and keep you from falling. May he cause his face to shine upon you every day of your life.
To quote an oldie, but a goodie:
We got to pray just to make it today, that’s word, we pray (MC Hammer)