I would categorize myself as an introvert, an observer of the world. I am one who listens more easily than speaks.
One thing I have observed this week is the immense amount of tragedy in my Facebook feed. These are not complaining Americans on a soapbox but truly hurting people, dealing with unjustifiable hurt and pain.
True to form, I have no words. Nothing I could say would bring the comfort or the fix they seek in the situation. So I sit, listen, hear the heart of the hurting, and pray. Sometimes that’s better than any food or advice.
Hurt is unavoidable in our world. No one is immune to the hurt of loss. We will all face it at some point in our lives. I have seen more than I wish to. I have also seen beautiful stories weaved out of painful cords. Beautiful stories of redemption, a reminder that God has not forgotten about us in our tragedy, but still wants good things for us.
When tragedy strikes, I often think of Job. A man in the Bible, who, I’d say, faced more loss then any other person in the Bible. His hurt was immense, his loss was unfathomable, but the redemption at the end was truly a gift from our Father.
The Lord sees every tear, and just like a parent who comforts their crying child, He is there rubbing your back saying “precious daughter, I’m here, I know it hurts, tell me your pain, let me help you through. Trust in me, I will care for you”.
Psalm 34:17-18, “The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”