Dear Hurting Soul,
You don’t know me, but I know of you. I don’t know who you are, but I know you are out there. You see I have been a little off the past couple of days. Dry. Weary. I have nothing in my life that should warrant such feelings. Nothing. Yesterday, I woke up with a driving need to get closer to Jesus. I was parched and needed the living water that only He can provide. I worshipped and praised Him, giving Him my all.
Today, I woke up the same but different. You see, today, with the dry came hurt. Hurt for a pain that did not belong to me. I was confused, and honestly a little frightened. I did the only thing I knew to do. I lifted it up to the Lord. I spent time in His Word and prayed. But then my friend, I praised. I praised Him through the strange pain that had no origin. What is wrong with me, Lord? I cried to Him. It was then I knew about you.
Like a gentle whisper to my soul, He spoke. He told me that the pain didn’t belong to me but to another. One who’s hurt was so raw, no tears could be shed. One who was too weak to bring the hurt to Him, unable to lift arms to heaven. One unable to praise Him through the storm. So, our great and merciful God brought your hurt to one who could – me.
I just want you to know that the tears you couldn’t shed, I did. The arms you couldn’t lift – I did. The praise you couldn’t offer – I did. I prayed to be used by Him today. And He used me to help you, if only to alleviate the burden you carried for a day.
I offer you these words from our Lord.
I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. Psalm 6:6 NIV
…weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5 NIV
My hope is that you find these words and are strengthened by your Heavenly Father’s concern for you. Until then I will not stop praying for you. Don’t give up hope, because the joy that is coming will surpass your greatest expectations. Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you are carrying, I pray today you are blessed.