Romans 5: 1-5 Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we[a] have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2 through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we[b] boast in the hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only so, but we[c] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5 And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
Peace… with the Holy One. The Son… access giver with the tiniest droplet of faith.. access into grace… into the throne room. Boast we shall in hope. Hope in the glory of God.
Glory: Great honor, praise, or distinction accorded by common consent; renown
Hope is where… in the mystical word.. Glory. Hope is in the praise, its in the renown.. its in the person.. its in you. its in me. its the divine and mystical work of the Trinity.
“also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.”
honor and praise in our suffering? really? why? because perhaps our Father knows we will never know him in a life where we have it all.
When we have soul holes, when we are pushed beyond our comfort zone, when we feel beaten up by the powers of this world, its in THAT suffering that we are being restored, by the restorer of our souls.
Pleasant, i think not. Clean and Tidy, most definitely not. You, who feels angry. You, who feels abandoned. You, who has let the pressures of this world ink deep into your heart. Who has expectations of the ” way things should be.” You, who’s heart is burdened for another. Who feels .. let down.
You are being made. You are being burned in fire. The fire of self, expectations, worry, fear…. world. WHY? To give you perseverance.. which lead to hope. A Hope that does not disappoint.
Oh the ship, the one you have been called to board many moons ago. The ship that is making you are fisher of men. The ship that is tossing you around in mundane misery, of moods swinging high and low. This ship, my sister in Christ, has a captain. He knows you are afraid. He knows you don’t even know what you need. He knows your seasick and want to dock, to rest. May I sing a lullaby of peace my sister, where waves- not the dock- rocks your sweet spirit to sleep. You have peace. Peace of a victor, Peace in a Father who promised to go after than one sheep.
It is in the waves, it is in the storm that you learn to cling. You listen to wind, you pay attention. Your senses are alive, you are dependent on the Savior. The facade of comfort in life ” going as planned.” You are suffering. You are safe. You are saved. You are being sanctified… and he is too. You can trust in a Father who says he will lead up you, a lamp in the darkness. He will minister to your Spirit in ways that words fall flat. You need not carry the burden anymore. You receive. Be the receiver of grace that will walk you into the storm but will guide you into still waters.