Healing. We can’t schedule it or hurry it up.
But when we start to see it as unfolding layers of unexpected strength and richly revealed insights, it doesn’t feel so inconvenient or unfair.
It starts to feel like the sweetest secret God ever whispered into the depth of our soul.
—Lysa Terkeurst
I don’t why it happens; the tears just flow out of nowhere. It’s then you realize that the pain has crept back in. Had it not been for the tears, you wouldn’t have realized your heart was aching. That it is was longing for something more. That your heart was looking for something you or this world could not fill. The void that is there is a dull ache that sometimes turns into a loud roar; begging for attention—for healing. For something to fill its depths and rebuild it from the bottom, up again.
The pain will turn to joy. The trial will be a blessing. One day at a time the tears will turn into a smile. The tears may still come out of nowhere every once in a while. But not because your heart is longing, but because you can finally see God’s hands through it all. You can see Him in the details; in the longing. You can see Him in the waiting.