In Others’ Words: Wrestling Match
It’s not a question of if we’re going to face suffering.
It’s not even a question of when or what kind of suffering we’re going to experience.
In the end, it comes down to this: Who is going to win the wrestling match? The suffering? Or you?
When I first began to wrestle with the stark reality of abuse in my life, I wasn’t sure I’d come out on the other side of the process alive. I’d let the pain skulk around in the dark for so many years, dragging the wretched truth out into the light was exhausting. Crazy-making. And some days it seemed best to just let it stay hidden.
The showdown between lies and truth — and the acceptance of what happened to me was a three year ordeal.
Some might say it would have been better to leave all of that in the past. Never mention it. Was all of that suffering even necessary?
God desires truth in the innermost being (Psalm 51:6b NASB)– and I longed to be true, inside and out.
For me, suffering often clarifies the line between lies and truth. What do I believe? Who do I believe? What falsehood have I embraced as truth? And am I willing to see that lie for what it is: faulty support that won’t bear my weight when I lean on it?
The blessing of suffering is how it burns away the dross of blurred vision. We can finally look past the tinsel and glittery lights and stop grasping for a gold ring that is mere Paper Mache. We find Truth. We find Everlasting Love. We come to the end of ourselves . . . and find that we don’t have to be strong enough — because God is.
In Your Words: When you’ve wrestled with suffering, what blessings have you discovered? Who has come alongside you and helped you when you’ve felt weak? What would you say to someone who might be suffering today and in search of a blessing?
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