It was my friend and not me who had the inspiration for us to study the prophets this year in Bible study. I texted her yesterday before class. “WE MADE IT!” I exulted, and yes, in all caps which, as I told you yesterday, is warranted and appropriate. She moved away a couple of months ago; I miss her every Tuesday but yesterday even more so.
In the midst of all the happy dancing and exulting yesterday, real life intruded in all its pain and difficulty. Prior to class one friend told me of a tragic loss in her family, tears rolling down her cheeks as she asked me to pray for them. Another friend had an appointment yesterday afternoon and feared the very worst. Last night my husband received a text; his friend’s wife has a brain tumor, would we pray.
My heart is heavy this morning. I don’t know what to say or even what to ask of the Lord. “Have mercy,” I pray.
Life is so very hard. We each of us will face similar devastation or struggle; if not us then someone we know and care about. What then? Where then is our hope? Where then is our strength? What will sustain?
I can’t pretend to know or understand the struggle my friends are each enduring. I do know this: our only hope is Christ. Our only strength is in Him. He alone can sustain. My friends know this and I am grateful for their confidence amidst great difficulty and heartache.
It’s not just the close of a Bible study unit that reminds me but the reality of life itself: we need the Word. We need the promises of God. We need to know who God is and that we can trust Him even in the most painful and confusing circumstances of life. We need the gospel, yesterday, today and tomorrow, and we need the hope it gives to fuel our perseverance. We need grace and mercy to save us and to help us. We need reminding this world is not our home and that one day, one glorious day, our faith will be sight and we will see Him, our Savior, and our joy, our hope, will be complete. We need the Word.
I need this. You need this. Yes and amen.