Life is made up of seasons and situations, moments and memories. We endure change and confusion. We carry sorrow and shame. Now and then we lose our way, and find ourselves in the darkness facing our fears. Some seasons bring joy and gladness, these moments of light that shine bright in our souls.
Lately, I have been thinking about the things that matter — for eternity. My sorrow weighs heavy now but does it hold eternal weight? The confusion is thick but can it bring a revelation, light into the weaves of darkness? What if these moments are all part of our journey on the holy land, where our hands and hearts are trained to remain open no matter the season we are in?
“For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)
So I have been thinking about the weight of glory — but also the beauty of it. A heart can be heavy with sorrow; our shoulders can hold the weight of the world. A soul can be broken and feel the heaviest, hardest thing. But the weight of glory? Its beauty can outshine all pain and darkness.
The more I think about this, the more I think that I need to trust more. I need to trust God’s goodness in the midst of the mundane and the hard moments. I need to trust that God is with me, and He knows me. He knows how much my heart can hold. He knows where I wander and walk; and He knows where I fail and fall. Even in the valley, I can see His glory when I lift up my eyes.
So I can remain His, trusting that He is watching over me. Trusting that He is good, ever so faithful. I can trust that even here, God hears me. Even here, God hears my heart and my prayers. Even here, I can see the goodness of the Lord. And eventually, I will behold the weight of glory. So I can rest here, in the presence of the Lord. I will see His goodness, even here.
“I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
that I would see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living.”