Speaking to Pain

I want to speak to your pain today, but first: what a treat it was participating with my son, Carter, as he created a vlog (video blog) for Chicks with Choices. It was posted yesterday if you missed it and all three of my children were featured in the creation.

He was filming as The Teacher and I drove away with me about to embark on a four day work blitz at Crooked Tree Lodge. We arrived on Saturday after enjoying a flight at Swiftwater Cellars and the best pastrami sandwich we’d ever eaten.

Sunday morning The Teacher drove off, waving from the van down the long driveway that will lead him back to our children and the daily grind.

I’m left on the deck. Another cup of coffee, some books and my Bible hauled outside…

It will be me, the trees, a laptop and hopefully a surrendered spirit.

Deep breath. The swirl of wind through my hair.


I try to drink in the isolation, but am left restless. What is bothering my soul? Why has fluid visited my vision without reprieve? I am sensing pain.


With the sun on my face, eyes to the unseen, palms up, I seek in prayer the answer to my longing.

Hurt. Struggle. Brokenness. Debt. Loneliness. Divorce. Confusion. Indifference. Rebellion. Fear. Sickness. Depression.

Lord, how can I sit among this beauty? How can I receive 96 hours of opportunity to work in uninterrupted peace when the world groans? When those I love struggle?

His answer: Because me, the I AM, have chosen to work through people. I need vessels emptied from daily-ness to feed the hungry. The Holy Spirit and my Word will provide fresh wind to souls, but I need a quieted one to begin with. Are you listening?

Yes, Lord.

“Those who enter into Christ’s being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death.” Romans 8:2

Holy Spirit…so much like the fresh breeze that blows though this mountain air.

We need this source…power…strength to make it! The theme of Romans 8 focuses on Him ~ Holy Spirit, an often overlooked person of the Trinity. Just like the view from where I sit, this chapter gives a panoramic view of how the Holy Spirit can make all the difference in our life.

It is the Spirit who can break the gloom and the deathlike pattern our daily-ness grips us with. As hard as it might be living among heartache, infidelity, manipulation, bankruptcy, foreclosure, lost business, depression, shambles, embarrassment… He still makes a place among the mess if we give him a place to sit. The Spirit does not remove our piles of chaos, but he walks alongside helping us in our weakness and praying for us when we don’t even know what to ask!

I feel the Spirit unpacking his bags while I now begin to work.

He comes with the wind.

He comes with you in mind.

Before task oriented “work” makes it’s way onto my computer screen, He groans within my own spirit.

A river of tears falls for your pain.

This life will bring much struggle, this is for sure. As Paul states, “The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed.” But Paul can also hardly contain himself as he closes Romans 8 with a resounding affirmation that…

…nothing—absolutely, undoubtedly nothing—can separate us from the LOVE of God.

I feel a bit better, but I still feel undeserving to sit in the beauty of blissful mountain air so I bow longer for the groaning of those I know who struggle…

You are not alone. Never alone.

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