Isaiah 40:27-31 (the message)
Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying “God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”? Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, they run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.
I stumble across His Word. This Word.
It makes me stop and breathe hope.
Hope makes my heart want to write but my mind tells me no way.
You are all kinds of hypocrite. You are losing your patience with your two-year-old even as you open up your laptop! It’s a funny joke, you and this writing.
I log on anyway.
Cause my response is this one thing…He is not a joke.
Bits of myself scattered…dust swirls because of the crushing. So, yes. I feel like a joke sometimes.
This typing isn’t to offer up my grand thoughts or formula ideas.
It’s so you know you are not alone.
If you are tired. Weary.
A drop out.
If you feel as though He’s lost track of you.
Today I hear something new in His Word. In this Word.
For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
Here is my hope. It comes to confront my confusion.
Because I don’t understand how you can be in your prime, your best spiritual health, and fall. How you can be on your face before the Holy and come up tired. Wander tired. Wander weary. Wander at all.
In my prime I gave away patience and wisdom and brought His peace into the room. All the things He gave to me.
Rust of bitterness and loneliness are my offerings when I scrape from the bottom of an empty heart.
Where’s your hope? You might say.
You mentioned hope. Where?
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
On my way in to work this weekend I listened to Pastor Steven Furtick talk about weathering the winter season. I needed something. More than an easy answer or explanation or five points.
Remain he said.
Over and over he said it.
You don’t have to like it or feel good about it or understand it. Just don’t leave, he said.
I am in the waiting and not leaving. It’s been so long now. And I’ll say so because I can’t be the only one.
Maybe today you can’t turn over the proverbial new leaf because your arms are too tired. Maybe you can’t pick up your Bible or pray because the fear of shame and lies of the enemy have closed in around your mind and heart.
But you might read my words and just maybe hear His.
Creator is not angry that you’ve grown weary. Not even angry that you’ve stopped trying.
Maybe today you’ll hear that being tired and weary, stumbling even, doesn’t make you a failure.
There is this hope, that fresh strength will come.
While we wait and remain.
While He grows our soaring wings.