Have you noticed how there are cliches everywhere...especially when it's the last thing you want to hear? Lately I've been hearing lots of cliches.
~ There's a light at the end of the tunnel.
~ Hang in there.
~ All things work out for the good. (A gross misinterpretation of the Scripture.)
~ This too shall pass.
I'm not saying they aren't true or meant to be encouraging. I'm just saying they are cliches. And right now I hate cliches.
I've been wrestling with God this week. Ever done that?! He always wins, but I wrestle just the same. Last night I sat on the deck under a cloud-covered night sky, and I wept. Where are you God? Why aren't you answering my prayers? How could this be for your glory? How could this be the best for us?
There were no audible answers or even heart answers. There was just a strong breeze and the smell of rain that reminded that God is everywhere. Of course he was there with me on the deck. But He didn't change my circumstances...or my heart for that matter. He just sat with me and let me weep.
There is a time for encouraginging words...even cliches. There is a time to speak truth to a hurting heart. But there is also a time for weeping. A time for crying out to God. A time for brokenness. I am grateful for a God who let me do the latter when no one else is comfortable with it. He let the silence fall around me, but I was not alone. I was in the presence of a God who sees every tear and allows His own to be shed for me.