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Then, sometimes, God uses the circumstances
in our lives to break through and cause us to learn something new.
This is a hope that’s possible in life
— but only through grief — and only when we’re so broken that all we have left,
when we’re alone, is God. We reach out, having to believe, believing because we
can, hoping beyond chance that He’s there to meet with us. We pray in mumbled
murmurs that only God’s Spirit could understand. But we know He’s there. As we
bellow our laments, we feel His sympathy.
Grief was made for hope so that we
would understand that God is at the depths with us.
Grief was made for hope so that in
our darkest hour we would see His light shining through.
Grief was made for hope so that we
could see that true hope is rarely possible without loss.
I know, these concepts must seem
weird, but ask the person at their rock bottom. The person who searches for God
at their lowest ebb. The person who, at last, finds what they’ve ever been
looking for. They know. They live what is stated in Jeremiah 29:13-14: “When
you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart… says
the Lord.”
Grief was made for hope. It really is.
Somehow only God would make it possible to engineer life out of death.
Loss is the catalyst of redemption.
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