These days, the trees turn golden and burnt orange, the autumn colors painted across the nature and I cannot stop watching, captivated by the beauty of the colors. Yet, slowly, the leaves are falling and the trees are left bare, ready for winter — and I cannot help but think, how there is so much beauty the moments before death, those moments when time seems to stop as winter takes over and the trees get buried, forgotten in the midst of snow. Here, now — it is easy to behold the beauty. But in the midst of the frozen land, life buried deep beneath the frosty ground? Waiting is hard.
Most of our life, if not all days of our life — we are waiting for something. Waiting to get a job. Waiting to find that special someone. Waiting for our family member to come to the Lord. Waiting to find a new home, one that you can afford. Waiting to find a church. Waiting for a baby. Waiting for that friend, that loved one to return to the Lord. Sometimes, oftentimes — the waiting breaks your heart, over and over again every day. Sometimes, it seems as if all hope is lost.
Friend, for the next eight weeks, we will walk through Psalm 130, verse by verse. This Psalm is a song of redemption, rising out from the depths into the redeeming hands of God as we wait for Him to come through.
“Out of the depths I have cried to You, O Lord.” (Psalm 130:1)
So often we think that struggling means we are weak. That struggling means we were not strong enough, that we were not good enough or able enough. That struggling means it is time for us to give up. My friend, hear this, please — this is not true.
I know, beloved. This life, all these broken people in this broken world — it gets so very difficult on most days, the hurt unbearable weight on our shoulders and the confusion stealing our strength. But it is when we no longer have the strength to stand that we finally are faced with those bare prayers that rise out of our hearts and it is in that moment, right there — that we finally get to the depths of our heart, to the plain land where there is nothing but the fields of our soul and our raw faith.
Charles Spurgeon says, “Prayer is never more real and acceptable than when it rises out of the worst places. Deep places beget deep devotion.”
This here, beloved — let these words change the way you see this trial, this impossible situation, these difficult circumstances and hard days. Deep devotion rises up from deep places, when we surrender our circumstances and ourselves to the hands of our Creator and trust that even in the deep, He hears our voice and answers our prayers. It is in the struggle, in the trial and the testing, that our faith becomes more precious. And I know, dear one — most days it feels like our faith is so weak; it is barely the size of a grain of sand, let alone a mustard seed. But we know that God remains faithful even when we are faithless. He will carry us through. We need not be ashamed, for our God can be trusted and He is good.
“He that cries out of the depths shall soon sing in the heights.” (Charles H. Spurgeon)
Are you discouraged today, friend? Are you waiting for something? Can I pray for you?