Purpose in the process

There is an unraveling of sorts when the mind, and the body, undergo intense suffering. 

A lostness… 

Trauma, a multi faceted word, takes on a life of its own in the shadows of the night. 

When the sky grows heavy with dark and the body grows weary with exhaustion, the mind often reawakens to its own futile existence. 

It is then that one must realize afresh, that we are not alone in our pain, but rather, one must come to know that we are held in it and shall be carried through it. 

Even as we walk through these darknesses, we never walk alone. We never stand alone. We never suffer alone. 

We are held and kept by the One who sees us in these dark days, and who knows completely the extent of all of it. The pain is not lessened, it is not hidden. Not by Him. Not from Him. 

When every creaking of our bones causes us to wince, we lean heavier still on He who never departs and whom never judges us by our weaknesses. 

Can it be that in my feelings of lostness, I’m not lost at all? And in my distress, I am not an unwelcome burden? But rather, a Beloved daughter and sister of the King over all? 

And in the end, I will see that these moments are not moments to simply rush through; or to survive, but that these moments are the very making of ME. 

He who began a good work in me, shall and will carry that good work into completion. In His time, and in His way. 

I am HIS workmanship after all. I am not my own. 

And so, in this present darkness, the light will dawn. The morning will come again and the sun will shine on me. So, therefore, I shall stand all the taller and I shall believe all the firmer that I am not lost; my pain- is not futile, my heaviness will lift, and I shall ride on eagles wings, ride up and up- through the clouds- to the very One who calls me heavenward. 

The King will see to it. And when the King sees to it, it shall be done.