By Lois Hewitt

I have written tens of posts in the last two weeks. Some I posted and then deleted and some never saw the artificial light of Facebook’s screen.

Desperately, I want to post the most prophetic words known to man.  Words to bring comfort and peace to all. Words that will start the healing process and comfort those in pain of all varieties.

I have tried many things looking for those words. Nothing of substance solidified.

Words, even though I’m not a great wordsmith, have always been there to comfort me. They allow me to bring to fruition thoughts and ideas that are meant to envelope me during difficult times.

This time in my history is one of my most difficult and the words I yearned for so badly have eluded me.

No turn of a phrase.  No heartfelt message.  No words of commonality. Nothing. Just babble.

I think life works that way. Sometimes the very thing you cling to just disappears. That lifeline we hang on to comes to an abrupt end.  Then what?

Maybe those things we hold onto so tightly interfere with our relationship with Jesus. Maybe we are in need of a reminder that we are not in charge. I, personally, forget that at times.

So I  had no words worth writing and I also had no words for prayer.  But Jesus knows our heart. He knows the pain of illness and the fear of its future.  He knows the frustration of circumstances, natural and otherwise. He knows loss and pain and fear and uncertainties. 

He alone fills those gaping holes in our soul. He knows what we need before we do.  He knows the bigger picture, that of which we may never see in its full extent.

Maybe my words were impeding me, all the time I thought it was the lack of them that was.  Maybe I needed to be in a holding pattern in order to readjust my soul to what’s needed next.  Maybe I just needed to stop, be quiet and trust Him.

The words are slowly trickling back like a small stream after a big rain.  A little here and there but more to come. No hurricane references intended as the pain of that is still ever present.

Just the idea that we have seasons of great activity and seasons of great inability.  Each has its own process and its own way to growth. 

I know you are struggling right now.  Natural disasters, health issues, loss of loved ones, financial setbacks and more may have you looking for a beacon of light. Jesus is that beacon.  He has been with me during the times I did nothing but doubt.

He is in charge. I know many do not believe. All I know is what has been my experience and that has shown me His way. The times I doubted the most, He was closest to me.

The times I cried in grave need, He had His arms around me.  The times I was defiant and questioning, He waited patiently for my tantrum to pass.  He has always been with me.  That is my experience.

Today I feel like I can pray again, read again and write again.  The hopelessness that has been the last few weeks of illness and natural disasters is lifting. Leaving straight the path of what’s next.

I pray that the heavy season does not return too quickly but that as the path to the future clears, I can stay focused on His prophetic words rather than worrying about mine.

Better days are ahead, there are coming!