Many of you are new to my blog and I am thrilled to have you! This blog is only a couple of months old, but I want to share some entries from another blog I did for about 4 years. For the next week or so, I will share the top 5 most popular posts from that wonderful season of writing. I hope you enjoy them. Please let me know if they speak to you in a certain way. Feedback is important to a writer to let her know she is writing in the right direction of your needs.
Without further ado, here is the all-time most visited blog post in all my years of ministering through blogging.
While You Are Hurting
“I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” Psalm 116:1-2
It had been lurking in the shadows of my heart: a hurt I had incurred about a week prior. Busyness made it shy, but when the quiet came, the hurt limped back to center stage.
Then one night, I was in a noisy place, a place of worship. Most of the songs were unfamiliar; therefore singing while gleaning the truth made an awkward dance.
Enter the beautiful blindsiding.
The Spirit prompted the worship leader to break the cadence of the service with an invitation to lift up a burden. Without my permission, my hurt came to the forefront. I tried to stifle it’s bruised hand reaching for the altar. It complied, but manifested itself in tears instead. No! No! I didn’t want to cry in this unfamiliar place, but the woo to lay that burden down had an irresistible seduction. It was as though Jesus came to me, held my uplifted face between His hands and said, “Tell me all about it.” Everything and everyone around me seemed excused from this private time with my Saviour. I didn’t say anything I hadn’t said to Him before about this matter, and I knew this hurt wasn’t going to heal overnight, but this time my keen awareness of His tender listening was enough.
Sometimes listening to someone is the most Christ-like thing you can do. No solutions…no rescue…just the loan of your time, attention, and ears. Though you say no words, a healing exchange transacts. A burden is cut in half, and it’s weight redistributes. A lightness blows the fragrance of hope through the place once packed with heaviness. What a beautiful gift!
Know this! Jesus is an ever-present help in time of trouble. Sometimes His presence speaks and dead hopes arise. Sometimes He answers before You even ask. Other times His still, small voice says nothing, but the comfort comes in knowing He cares enough to listen while you are hurting.