I have talked a lot about moving here to Utah, as it has been such a huge part of my life within these last 10 months. My heart has never been stretched in a way that leaves me so in awe of Jesus. It is difficult because I miss my family and friends in Maine. But, I know that in all the sorrowful places where tears lie, we grow.
“He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed,
Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him” (Psalm 126:6).
When I think about the deep trials those around me are suffering, as they go about plowing their fields in the day to day, I am thankful that our present heartaches are not what we end with. Sometimes, the trials are so heavy, our responsibilities become a blur. We just do all we can to push on. At times, we cannot even comprehend anything profitable eluding from the trial. Yet, it is here, while we roughly and tediously sow and where tears abound, that growth happens.
It is just a season. The promise to stand on is, if we keep His commands in it, at the proper time, we will reap joy.
My good friend told me this week, “Souls are like soil that need to be tenderized by tears to open it up, to receive the Word of God and be changed.” Without tears, I know my heart would not allign with God’s. So, I pray that while we have to sow and weep, we keep our eyes set on the Lord, keep our hands committed to His commands, and keep pointing the world to Jesus in it all. For the promises we have are shouts of joy and rich rewards.
It will be worth it, my friend.