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Dear God, 

Everywhere I look, I see people hurting. 

Give them Jesus. 


For my friends fighting Stage 4 cancer. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the one who lost her husband, then gave birth to her third child alone. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the family raising their grandchildren, facing one health battle after another, only to discover their grandaughter now has cancer. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the one who struggles to find peace, who wonders if you are done using her to touch the lives of others. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the one who is tired of the bullying actions of others, who already feels more alone than those bullies will ever realize. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the one who is tired of false relationships, having to pretend to be something she is not, and no longer believes there is anyone who could possibly love her. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the one who regrets his past decisions, and doesn't know where to begin to start all over. 

Give him Jesus. 

For the one who, just days ago, was ready to give up and end his life. 

Give him Jesus. 

For the one who struggles to forgive, stuck in a pattern of doubt and self-pity. 

Give him Jesus. 

For the one child who is watching her parents go through a divorce, and is convinced that no relationship was meant to last forever. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the children who are fatherless. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the one who trusts her superstitions more than she trusts her God. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the one who lost both parents in a tragic car accident. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the one who doubts her abilities as a parent, as she watches her teens fight daily battles of their own. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the soldiers serving overseas, facing dangers from every direction, thousands of miles away from the people they love the most. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the one who yearns for a bigger stage; a megaphone so that others will hear your story. 

Give her Jesus. 

For the ones who are trapped in an empty lifestyle they did not ask for, surrounded by evil, because you are absent. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the ones who can no longer believe, because they are certain that if you were real, their pain would not be so great. 

Give them Jesus. 

For the ones who have never known you. 

Give them Jesus. 

And if it be your will, use me to introduce them to you. 

Give me Jesus.  

Janet Morris Grimes
April 10, 2011


 
 
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Sometimes, I see people around me hurting so much that it's difficult to put into words. So much pain and emptiness; so many more questions than answers. 

And I am left speechless. 

I don't know what to say to the young mother of two boys  who lost her stillborn daughter, only to find out a couple of weeks later that she, herself, suffered from an undetected cancer that had already progressed to Stage 4. And my heart aches for the young mother of three who lost her husband unexpectedly, just three months before her youngest son was born. 

Just as I am wringing my hands, trying to think of something I can do to ease their pain, it is their words that somehow come through to help me feel better. 

"I feel as if I have been sent to the front lines of the battlefield, to report back to everyone what I find. But all I have to report is this: There is no battle! God's got this. He wins." These are the words of Sara Walker, the young mother who is on her Victory March against cancer. Please follow her story for yourself at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/sarawalker

Veronica King writes "Jeremy can finally understand all the things I've failed to put into words for him. He finally gets to see my point of view. And for a split second today, the gap between Heaven and My Hell didn't exist. "  Please follow Veronica's story through her blog at http://veronking2003.blogspot.com/

And again, I am speechless. 

What I learn from their stories is what I already knew from my own. God comforts, and His comfort is equal to our pain. He shows up and fills our cup with whatever we need to get through that particular day; then does it all again the next day. And the next. And the next. He holds our hand and fixes whatever is broken, because that is just what Daddies do. He allows us to hear his voice, reveals secret pieces of Heaven to us in ways only we can understand. He protects us and holds us close, even when we let Him down. He never stops comforting, as long as we allow Him to meet us on our paths of pain. 

He fights the battles, sometimes even allowing us to feel numb for a time, so we won't have to bear the brunt of it until we are strong enough to handle it. He shines brightest through our deepest pain, aware at how the human side of us cannot even grasp what is happening to us at that time. 

And the best news? His end plan includes a reunion like we can't even imagine. Everything in between here and there points us toward an eternity spent with Him. And it will be so worth it. 

But until then, listen to those who find themselves on the front lines of the battlefield, because they are the ones who are in direct communication with God. 




Matthew 5:4 - Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.