“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:14
I had no inkling that beautiful fall morning almost fifty years ago how completely my life would change, be reshaped by that encounter with the Word of God. I was captivated by the study and the teaching in that Bible Study Fellowship (BSF) class and came to love the Word with a passion beyond anything I’d known before.
Because of my own unstable and unpredictable upbringing, I was determined that my children would have something very different. The Bible became my roadmap through that unfamiliar territory. Those busy years of PTA and T-ball and gymnastics, AWANA and VBS, track and drill team flew by. We were active in our church and community, I became a discussion leader and then a teaching leader, the kids did well in school…we had our share of struggles and sorrows, broken bones and broken hearts, but it seemed that I had, indeed, found the right path.
And then the freight train hit. My freight train consisted of a son in drug rehab, a daughter with an eating disorder, the discovery that both my children had been molested by a trusted family member, and then we were moved from Houston to Dallas in a very bad job situation for my husband, leaving behind my support system and a challenging and fulfilling ministry. And on top of everything else, selling our house in Houston in a buyers’ market and buying in a sellers’ market in Dallas. Needless to say, there was a LOT of strain on my marriage. Pretty much everything in my very carefully constructed, precisely right, always in control life was coming apart at the seams.
I probably could have managed any two or three of those freight cars—I am, after all, a fairly strong, capable woman—but the whole train derailing sent me into a pit of despair. I was stunned and gasping for breath, every spiritual bone broken, feeling abandoned and discarded by God. I holed up in that house in Dallas and probably didn’t stick my nose out the door five times in two and a half years except to go to Houston to cry on every shoulder I could find. I was mad at God, I was mad at my husband, I was mad at my friends who finally got fed up with my crying and my despair, but even more, I was mad at myself because I hadn’t managed my life any better than that. I was mad because He is God and I’m not. He was in charge, and I didn’t get to tell Him what to do. Lots of anger, lots of despair, lots of hopelessness.
Every day I went through my litany of woes...just in case You have forgotten, Lord, here’s my list and here’s what You added yesterday. And the list just kept getting longer and longer. We were in a “disaster of the day” cycle, and I thought it would never end.
Jeremiah became my best friend. He seemed to be the only one who understood—Lamentations 3:1-20 became my theme song. “I’ve seen the afflictions that come from the rod of the Lord’s anger…He has led me into deep darkness…He has broken my bones…surrounded me with anguish and disaster…He has walled me in, I cannot escape…though I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayers…my own people laugh at me, sing their mocking songs…everything I’d hoped for from the Lord is lost…I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss.”
It took a long time lying there by the tracks to get to verses 21-32. “Yet I still dare to hope when I remember we’re not completely destroyed because of His mercy, because His compassions never fail, they are new every morning, great is Your faithfulness…the Lord does not abandon us forever… though He brings grief, He also shows compassion out of the greatness of His unfailing love.”
The dark and broken places of hurt and confusion, doubt and anger, disaster and loss can become places of intimate struggle with our Almighty God who deigns to wrestle with us so we might discover the deeper reality He reveals in His Word.
Annie Dillard has said, “You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.” There is beauty and truth which can only be found in the dark. But even in the dark, you have to look up to see them.
The deepest reality, the final and ultimate truth beyond the unspeakable evil the enemy unleashes to crush my faith and defame my God, beyond my own depravity and brokenness, there is Jesus, the Christ, the Son of the Living God. He was “a Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, despised and rejected, wounded, bruised, oppressed and afflicted.” He’s been there—He’s here now, with us in whatever darkness or brokenness we suffer.
The happy ending is not yet. But it’s real and it’s coming. You can read about it in the Prophets and Revelation.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus!~Kathy
P.S. from Rosemary: I met Kathy when she came into my BSF class in the 1970s. I thank God for how Christian relationships can last for so many years despite trials and tribulations. Once we are in the family of God nothing can separate us, and we will spend eternity together.