Shocking title...I know. This is the reality of life though. We are not promised easy and we are never told we have to pretend it is all good. This blog can be kind of like the Psalms. I love King David and his ability to say the most profound awestruck lyrics about God. When we are in those moments where life takes our breath away by its beauty and we are left without a single thing to even mutter, there is a Psalm. Consequently, in the midst of great sorrow or hardship (which no life is void of), that same King writes, and there is a Psalm.
Ever been in a season of life where the strains and the demands of those around you pile up like the trash can of a college student? Everyone walks by and adds a little something and knowing that like Jenga, eventually that one piece on top will just make the whole thing topple over. I think this is a season everyone can relate to. While enduring the balancing act, eventually there is a cry to just stop.
It is hard to deny the unfairness of people's situations in a fallen world as the news bombards us with stories of wars, murders, house evictions, natural disasters and our friends share heart wrenching stories of the broken things in their life. My heart goes out to those who are living in situations where life just isn't giving them a break. So let's cry, let's mourn, let's pore out our hurts, struggles and fears.
...but then let's praise. There is hope, there is purpose. Within our struggle there is triumph, from our pain comes beauty.
Hebrews 12:1-13 says
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning it's shame, and sat down at the right hand of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And you have forgotten that word of encouragement that addresses you as sons. My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes everyone he accepts as a son. Endure hardship as a discipline; God is treating you as his sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons. Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live! Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that they lame may not be disabled, but rather, healed." (emphasis mine)
There is nothing left to say to life but: BRING. IT. ON.