I experienced one of the toughest days that I have experienced in quite some time. I mentioned in my last blog post that I experienced a hurt at the hands of someone who claimed to love me… I didn’t mention that the magnitude of the damage sent me reeling – spiraling. I mean to the point of not being able to function, not knowing up from down, right from left… You know what I mean? I had lost my appetite, my will to speak or even go on.
When you get like that, all you can really do is cry. Cry out to Jesus. And that’s what I did.
“…Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5b KJV
Waking up the next morning, the pain and anguish I had gone to bed with had vanished. The heaviness was gone. In conversation with my children, my eldest said to me, “Mommy, I learned from you that no matter how hard things get, you always get back up. Nothing keeps you down.”
That nearly brought me to tears because just hours earlier, she couldn’t have known the tears I cried, how I nearly became hoarse from screaming my lungs out, how I begged God to take the pain away… How in those moments I understood how others chose the ultimate outcome of ending such pain and humiliation.
I don’t know how Jesus does it – how He changes mourning into dancing and takes our sackcloth and grief and turns them into joy… But I’ve experienced it. No, it doesn’t take a process. With Jesus, it is an instantaneous healing. One for which I am grateful. I was able to forgive instantly. I was able to overcome immediately. And I owe it all to Jesus and the power of His precious blood.
*Original image by Yours Truly ☀️🌸