When the Words Run Dry

When the words run dry and there is nothing left to say, grasping for words that never come. The tears fall freely and He hears our hearts in the silence. Sometimes words aren’t needed to the God that formed our hearts. He never changes and His goodness never runs dry. His mercy is never ceasing and His love unfailing.

He spoke the worlds into existence, so I pray tonight that He will speak to the wounded heart in you and hold you close.

Framed and fashioned by God, Dear One, you are not hidden from Him. You are hidden in Him, gathered up and protected. Wonderfully and fearfully made, a wonder He delights in. You are not a mistake. Every dreaded misstep and battle wound that lingers serves to remind you…yet, He came to free you. Taking the stripes on His back so that you may be free.

If all you can whisper or mutter before the Lord is, “I surrender.” I promise that is enough.

We don’t have to fake it and act like we have it all together. We don’t have to know what the next step is, we just have to trust in the unseen.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1)

Maybe you can’t see how God is working all things out for your good. Maybe your faith is shaken and you feel all alone. Here is a promise you can hold onto and recite until it changes the way you see things.

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” (Hebrews 10:23)

Much love,

Jennifer

Saturday

When I woke up this morning my first thought was that tomorrow is Easter. Resurrection day. Time to celebrate Christ’s victory over sin and death. In between Good Friday’s reflections of the price he paid on the cross and Easter morning’s celebration of the empty tomb sits a quiet Saturday.

For you and I today is a day of preparation for the celebrating tomorrow brings. For the disciples I have a feeling today looked a lot different.

I wonder what that Sabbath day was like after they wrapped Jesus and buried His dead body. I wonder what they said to each other, how they wept and mourned. Did they question everything? Did they think it was all over now? Did they wonder what was next? I know I would have.

They gave up everything to follow Jesus. They believed with everything in them that He was the Messiah, that they were to be a part of something world changing. And now all was lost. It was over.

I can’t imagine how they grieved.

You and I have hind-site. We know that tomorrow morning holds the greatest surprise of all time. You and I know that God’s not dead! But they didn’t. To them, tomorrow held nothing more than sorrow, questions and fear.

Maybe you can relate to the disciples. Maybe all that your tomorrow holds is uncertainty. Maybe your dreams have died. Maybe all that you were hoping for has slipped through your hands. Maybe fear and doubt have moved into a heart once filled with joy and anticipation.

Yes, we know that tomorrow we get to celebrate the resurrection of Christ. What we don’t know is what our tomorrow holds. We don’t know how God is going to resurrect our broken dreams.

Wouldn’t you love it if you could somehow travel back to that Sabbath day when the disciples gathered to mourn together? What if you could walk into that room and tell them “don’t cry. Jesus isn’t dead! Just wait till tomorrow and it will all make sense”. I have a feeling Peter would throw you out as the others laughed at you.

How could they believe such a thing unless they saw with their own eyes and heard with their own ears “the one you seek is not here. He has risen!”

So I won’t begin to try to tell you what resurrection your future might hold if you’ll extend me the same courtesy. But I will tell you this, the same power that conquered the grave lives in you! And in me! And while today might be a dark and quiet day for us, a day filled with questions and tears, there is a day coming when we will see and hear for ourselves how God will bring beauty from ashes, life from death.

Until that day…