Monday’s Breaking Bread
Today, Hulda is sharing a piece of her journey, as a mother. Father God, pour Your sweet Spirit anointing out upon these words and draw Your people in to be strengthened and uplifted in Your truth. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
A Love that Reaches the Deepest and Darkest Pit
No one tells you that the labor of mothering can be more painful than the labor of giving birth – that days will come when you heart is shattered to what seems like million pieces and you wonder how you can ever go on?
Maybe mothering hurts so much because the love that God gives you for your child is so much deeper than you ever thought possible. Maybe it’s the heart that loves the most that feels the pain the most? And who can understand the love of a mama but God?
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” Is. 66:13
Hurt hit our home recently in a way I had never imagined and the pain of it was more than I could handle. I felt like I was being thrown into a deep abyss of despair and darkness, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I had no strength in of myself to dig my way out.
I could hardly even speak about my pain . . . the tears would not stop and I wondered if I’d finally reached that place – where I was tinkering on the border of a nervous breakdown? The pain in my heart felt so deep and I felt powerless to help myself.
The only thing I could do was cry out to God for mercy. There in the mess of my broken heart – in that place of despair and darkness, all I could was look up.
To look to my True North – Jesus.
No matter how long and hard I thought about it, I couldn’t make sense of the mess and the darkness that seemed to engulf me.
But as I looked up, I knew I wasn’t alone – that Jesus was with me even in this dark place. And I begin to understand a bit more just how much He loves us. I remembered the cross where he bled and died for my sins. And I remembered that the blood of Jesus covers even the deepest darkness.
I utter the only prayer that I could and plead the blood of Jesus over me and my loved ones. And I continue to pray and I stand on the blood of Jesus. This I know the devil cannot touch. Because the blood of Jesus is more powerful than any evil in the world.
Oh, the blood of Jesus.
My heart aches and hurts for my loved ones but how much more did His hurt? How much more did He not want to do everything to rescue and save those in our lives who are lost and hurting?
“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?” Lk. 15:4
And the truths that I’ve learned bubble up to the surface. He promised to never leave nor forsake me. His love is deeper – so much deeper and stronger. Nothing is going to separate me from His love. Absolutely nothing.
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Ro. 8:38, 39
Mary was most blessed among all women to be chosen the mother of Jesus. The calling came with a great price . . . her heart was pierced as she watched her beloved son tortured and nailed at the cross at Golgotha. It was a dark day – the darkest in human history but God used even that.
“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.” Ro. 8:37
There’s a time and season for everything under the sun writes the wise Solomon. A time to mourn and cry. Yes, the pain is real and it cuts deep into my soul. But the love of God is deeper still.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Rev. 21:4
“Behold, I make all things new.”
No, this is not the end of the story . . . but the beginning of something new. God sees my mess, my pain and the anguished cries of my heart. And I don’t lose heart . . . it’s the labor pains of the new He is creating.
Friend, maybe like me, your heart aches for a loved one who has been snared by the evil one. Or maybe evil has hurt your home. Will you allow me to pray for us?
Dear Loving Father, thank you that we can bring our shattered hearts to you; thank you that no matter how far we and our loved ones may have strayed, you never leave us.
Thank you that even in the darkest days and especially in the darkest days, your love enfolds us.
You are the potter and you take the rubble and ashes of our lives to make something new. Thank you that you are the God who redeems and restores – and only you have the power to make all things new.
Father, we pray for our loved ones. We ask that even now you would move on their behalf to bring them unto yourself and deliver them from the grip of the evil one. Thank you for the blood of Jesus which covers the darkest of sin and by which we stand in triumph over the evil one.
Thank you that you comfort us as a mama comforts her child. We surrender all that we don’t understand and we place ourselves and our loved ones in your everlasting arms.
We rest in you, Father.
In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.