Every Page Has Purpose
Life has been quite interesting, to say the least. I’ve found myself waiting for the hidden cameras to pop out because I just know I’m on an episode of Punk’d. Remember that show? They still haven’t come out of hiding yet, so I’m guessing this is real life.
Reality and what I imagined life would be are currently completely different. I believe they may have gotten mixed up on the spectrum lol. It’s all good though.
Y’all, life happens. Hard times happen. Seasons of disappointment happen. Seasons of heartbreak happen. Seasons of misfortune happen. Seasons of health woes happen. Hashtag all the seasons happen. And sometimes, they happen all at once. And that’s often when it’s most difficult to wrap our minds around it all.
Personally, I’ve found myself asking God a few times, “Can you help me understand these seasons? Do you really believe I’m strong enough to keep enduring? Back to back to back? Couldn’t we have broken these happenings up over a few years, or decades, just not allowed them all at the same time?” Just all the questions.
Growing up I was told to never question God. But I’ve learned over time for myself that God doesn’t mind our questions. He actually welcomes them, simply because He loves hearing from and communing with us. No, we shouldn’t question His goodness or even His plans, but it’s okay to ask for help in understanding a season that our minds can’t quite comprehend. Just know that He wouldn’t allow the seasons if He didn’t think we could bare them. And they’re not for us to carry anyway, that’s His job and He delights in doing so.
He’s making us into new wine, and the crushing oftentimes hurts. Really no fancy way to put it. It just hurts. But what it will ultimately produce will be worth it. Worth the pain, worth the disappointment, worth the wait, worth the weight.
Yes, worth the W E I G H T. The pressure is creating in you something that all the rainbows and sunshine simply cannot. What’s being birthed in you can only come from experiencing heavy seasons. In the gym weights build strength and strength builds muscles. The exact same for you and for me. Our muscles are being built. You may not be able to see it just yet, but I see your muscles peeking through. I see ya. Uh oh now.
I know you may be uncomfortable. I know it may hurt. I know you may feel lost and just out of touch with it all. But know this, God knows what He’s doing. He knows what it requires to produce what He desires in us. He’s a Father, a good one. And good Fathers would never intentionally hurt their children, but they will allow certain things to help them grow and develop. He sees your potential and He knows just the right touch to help get you where you’re headed.
You are not forgotten. You are simply under construction. You are developing in silence. You are becoming in the wilderness. You are rising in the crushing.
Every page in our stories has a purpose. Every. Single. One. No matter where you find yourself today, be encouraged. Don’t give up. You can make it through this. You WILL make it through this.
Friend, this is temporary and not your permanent home. You are simply passing through. God is still writing your story, and there are so many beautiful pages to come. Oh goodness, so many.
“He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength…but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” - Isaiah 40:29,31