Oh heart, how could you not remember?
Oh heart, you've been all tangled up, all caught in a whirlwind of sorrow, trapped in a cavern of anxiety.
One day, its the pit of depression. The next, its a deep fear of the future.
Oh heart, where has your hope gone? All you can see is the storm in your view. The sun has not made an appearance for days, the sky has let loose a torrent of rain. And the winter, his hold is so tight. The battle between winter and spring is a discouraging endeavor. The flowers keep pushing, but the forecast keeps promising snow. Will it end?
Oh heart, where have you been? You were once so alive. You once beat with joy, and now you beat because of mere command by the brain. Your breaths were long and sweet, now short and gasping.
Oh heart, do not lose heart.
Sometimes, I forget about the moving power of the resurrection. Sometimes, my heart filled with discouragement wins. But I must remember. I must remember hope. I must remember his sacrifice.
2000 years ago, Jesus Christ saw my heart. He saw it drowning in the fear, he saw it bound by the sin, he saw it trapped by the sorrow. Before the foundation of time, my heart was in his hand. He knew my sin would disconnect me from him. He knew that this fallen world would write tragedy into my story, and he put a seal on my heart, long ago, and whispered of a coming redemption.
He came to the earth. And we know the story because we are the saved. We are the saved who feel broken, the redeemed who feel wrecked, the chosen who are tired. We know the story like the back of our hand, but the storm is all we see.
We cannot let the story lose its power.
He came to the earth, he lived his life, he healed the sick, he gave sight to the blind, he rose the dead. He was Jesus, God incarnate. The beauty is much deeper than the stories know and buried deeper behind the words. He had friends whom he laughed with, deep belly laughs that had him rolling on the floor. He had the ones he cried with, for the tragedies that took place. He had a mom who held him, and a dad who taught him. Can you only imagine? Those whose memories of Jesus were among their treasures.
And in the midst of this life, your broken heart was still precedent. The story that we are familiar with happened. Jesus went to the cross, betrayed and rejected by his friends. He forgave those who did not understand what they did, he loved from the cross. He breathed his last, the sky went dark, and for three hellish days, Jesus laid lifeless in the tomb. And the beauty of Easter is that he rose again, burying sin once and for all.
And it is the story that is supposed to comfort us, the sacrifice that is supposed to heal us.
But the storm still swirls, the tragedies still come, the memories still haunt. And it is not as if we aren't grateful for his sacrifice. We're just lost and drowning.
The truth is that in the midst of our storm, his sacrifice is enough. Jesus is enough. He came for you. He said that your life was worth his love and his sacrifice. Sometimes, 2000 years ago seems like too much time. Sometimes, we cannot feel his hand in ours and we start to lose our grip. Is it possible that we cannot feel his hand because we have gripped so hard we have lost our feeling? Sometimes, we look around and we do not see Him. Could it be that it is because he is just outside of our view, working a miracle?
The truth is that God's heart is for us. It is true that He came to the earth to die so that we might live. This is true in the deepest of sorrows and the greatest of joys. This is true at the bottom of the canyon and in the tops of the trees. This is true in the farthest galaxy and in the depths of my heart.
If you are broken this Easter, do not lose heart. You can rejoice in the steadfastness of this gift, in the eternity of his kindness, and in the graciousness of his love.
In this storm, remember the truth. In your blindness, remember your hope. This Easter, do not lose sight of his great love.
Oh heart, you've been all tangled up, all caught in a whirlwind of sorrow, trapped in a cavern of anxiety.
One day, its the pit of depression. The next, its a deep fear of the future.
Oh heart, where has your hope gone? All you can see is the storm in your view. The sun has not made an appearance for days, the sky has let loose a torrent of rain. And the winter, his hold is so tight. The battle between winter and spring is a discouraging endeavor. The flowers keep pushing, but the forecast keeps promising snow. Will it end?
Oh heart, where have you been? You were once so alive. You once beat with joy, and now you beat because of mere command by the brain. Your breaths were long and sweet, now short and gasping.
Oh heart, do not lose heart.
Sometimes, I forget about the moving power of the resurrection. Sometimes, my heart filled with discouragement wins. But I must remember. I must remember hope. I must remember his sacrifice.
2000 years ago, Jesus Christ saw my heart. He saw it drowning in the fear, he saw it bound by the sin, he saw it trapped by the sorrow. Before the foundation of time, my heart was in his hand. He knew my sin would disconnect me from him. He knew that this fallen world would write tragedy into my story, and he put a seal on my heart, long ago, and whispered of a coming redemption.
He came to the earth. And we know the story because we are the saved. We are the saved who feel broken, the redeemed who feel wrecked, the chosen who are tired. We know the story like the back of our hand, but the storm is all we see.
We cannot let the story lose its power.
He came to the earth, he lived his life, he healed the sick, he gave sight to the blind, he rose the dead. He was Jesus, God incarnate. The beauty is much deeper than the stories know and buried deeper behind the words. He had friends whom he laughed with, deep belly laughs that had him rolling on the floor. He had the ones he cried with, for the tragedies that took place. He had a mom who held him, and a dad who taught him. Can you only imagine? Those whose memories of Jesus were among their treasures.
And in the midst of this life, your broken heart was still precedent. The story that we are familiar with happened. Jesus went to the cross, betrayed and rejected by his friends. He forgave those who did not understand what they did, he loved from the cross. He breathed his last, the sky went dark, and for three hellish days, Jesus laid lifeless in the tomb. And the beauty of Easter is that he rose again, burying sin once and for all.
And it is the story that is supposed to comfort us, the sacrifice that is supposed to heal us.
But the storm still swirls, the tragedies still come, the memories still haunt. And it is not as if we aren't grateful for his sacrifice. We're just lost and drowning.
The truth is that in the midst of our storm, his sacrifice is enough. Jesus is enough. He came for you. He said that your life was worth his love and his sacrifice. Sometimes, 2000 years ago seems like too much time. Sometimes, we cannot feel his hand in ours and we start to lose our grip. Is it possible that we cannot feel his hand because we have gripped so hard we have lost our feeling? Sometimes, we look around and we do not see Him. Could it be that it is because he is just outside of our view, working a miracle?
The truth is that God's heart is for us. It is true that He came to the earth to die so that we might live. This is true in the deepest of sorrows and the greatest of joys. This is true at the bottom of the canyon and in the tops of the trees. This is true in the farthest galaxy and in the depths of my heart.
If you are broken this Easter, do not lose heart. You can rejoice in the steadfastness of this gift, in the eternity of his kindness, and in the graciousness of his love.
In this storm, remember the truth. In your blindness, remember your hope. This Easter, do not lose sight of his great love.
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