Hell wants you to think what you are going through is the end. The diagnosis. The death. The divorce.
The end.
That the pain is so deep it will crush you. The sorrow so overwhelming it will drown you. The betrayal so final it will break you.
You feel brittle. Frail. Fearful. Unable to find your way up for air.
But lean in close for this….
Jesus was crushed and broken and engulfed in wrath SO THAT death and all of it’s seasons would not have the final say!
Death. And all of it’s season.
So who to do when night is long and dark?
Rest and wait.
The story page will turn. The sun will rise.
The Author of life has promised that although weeping may last for a night (and I know how dark that night can be), but joy will come in the morning.
Cocoon of Sorrow
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