an amazing thing happenned – remember i told you to read the online ‘our daily bread’ coz it was really relevant to me etc etc. i was just washing up the dishes after dinner, while parents were chatting to usha jesudasan and i was generally feeling depressed and useless….cant-see-the-point-of-my-life type thoughts running through my head. when i remembered the reading…
so i just sat down at the comp to read it again. and i realised that it isnt todays reading at all! my computer remembers and prompts with addresses in the address bar…so it had taken me to some old reading in july. i had clicked on ‘this month’ and then chosen the 2nd tuesday….
and this is what i read
At age 30 she was ready to give up. She wrote in her diary, “My God, what will become of me? I have no desire but to die.” But the dark clouds of despair gave way to the light, and in time she discovered a new purpose for living. When she died at age 90, she had left her mark on history. Some believe that she and those who introduced antiseptics and chloroform to medicine did more than anyone to relieve human suffering in the 19th century. Her name was Florence Nightingale, founder of the nursing profession.
Job went so far as to wish he had never been born (3:1-3). But thank God, he didn’t end his life. Just as Florence Nightingale came out of her depression and found ways to help others, so too Job lived through his grief, and his experience has become a source of endless comfort to suffering souls.
Maybe you’re at the point of not wanting to go on. Being God’s child intensifies your desperation, for you wonder how a believer could feel so alone and forsaken. Don’t give up. Coming to the end of yourself emotionally could be the most painful experience you’ve ever encountered. But take courage. Cling to the Lord in faith and start all over. God can use this kind of “beginning from the end.” —Mart De Haan
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish—
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish:
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. —Moore
In Christ, the hopeless find hope.
so hope springs eternal even in my heart i guess…:)