~ the question ~
Even after more than twelve years of walking with the Lord, even after stubbornly believing when I couldn’t yet see, even after seeing God’s steadfast faithfulness in all circumstances, there are still times when I find myself asking, “Why, Lord?”
My tone has changed, over the years…
I can remember those moments of desperation in my early walk, when I would cry out, “Why, Lord?” with a deep-rooted fear…fear that I was too lost or too broken, and may simply be beyond all hope of rescue…
Today, when I have reached the end of some particular rope I still ask, “Why, Lord?”
But instead of a desperate, deep-rooted fear there is a stubborn, deep-rooted comfort. Now that I know Who God is and believe all that He has promised, there is a still, small, unshakeable certainty in the deepest corner of my heart, even when a whirlwind of stormy chaos rages all around it. It is the certainty that I am never too lost or too broken, and that eternal rescue is always waiting only-just-over a certain horizon.
For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.(2 Timothy 1:12, KJV)
That still, small certainty has a name. His name is the Holy Spirit, and as I have walked with Him, He has become the anchor for my soul.
Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil…(Hebrews 6:19, KJV)
But still, because I am only a child and my sight is imperfect and this world is dark, the question remains. It is a more submitted question, a more patient question, a more quietly searching question…
by Sydney Michalski