Sometimes I just want my son. I am so sick of grief. I am so sick of aching inside. I want my son!
Today I just want you to know something. If you are hurting, I get it. If you feel empty inside, I get it. If the pain swells in your belly til you want to vomit, I get it. I get it because I am still staggering through my own valley of death. Sometimes I climb the ridges. Sometimes I slide down right back down to the bottom. I get it.
And sometimes in my moments of intense sorrow I feel so lonely. I weep alone because my fear is no one can handle it. I feel like no one can handle me. So I grieve alone.
Maybe you feel like that too. Maybe you bury your grief and sorrow because you are convinced that no one can handle it and that no one can handle you. I know it is terrifying to expose your deepest hurt to someone who you fear can’t handle it. I get it.
I just want you to know, you aren’t alone. I get it. I get you.
But there is something even better. Jesus gets it.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Heb. 4:15
Jesus sympathizes with every weakness we experience in the flesh. He experienced grief, tragedy and loss during his earth life. From the beheading of John the Baptist to the natural death of his friend Lazarus he knows. He knows they cry of the saints:
They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Rev. 6:10
He knows it. He gets it. And he will avenge our blood that has been shed. He will take back the lives that have been surrendered because of sin. And in the wake of that victory, with his own blood, he makes magnificent promises.
“Behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to render to every man according to what he has done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end…
I, Jesus, have sent My angel to testify to you these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.” …
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost… He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming quickly.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.
Today, I say “come.” If you are carrying the weight of pain alone, bring it to the one who says “COME!” He gets it. And he is on his way to you. Just come.