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Friday

Dark and difficult emotions don’t negate our faith.



Feelings can be fearsome and formidable things.

I wonder sometimes if we aren’t our own worst accusers, especially when it comes to embarking on guilt trips over our own emotions. Especially the darkest, most difficult ones.

When we feel down, we may wonder if we’re losing our joy in the Lord. When we’re furious, we tend to worry that we are harboring unforgiveness. When we are startled or afraid, we often browbeat ourselves, as if we are not trusting God enough. When we worry, we stress that we may be lacking in faith. When we grieve, we might think we are losing sight of God’s promise of eternity.

Um, no.

Faith is a choice. We decide to believe God, no matter what happens. We trust Him. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to go through difficult emotions. Does feeling down or angry or sad or worried change the faith choice we have made?

Or are we simply going through pains of earth-bound humanness?


Here are a few examples. (The names are changed to protect confidentiality.)

I have a dear friend who struggles with clinical depression. Cherie is a remarkable woman of faith. I’ve seen her trust God through circumstantial crises that could rock anyone’s world. She also faithfully prays for others, when they walk through difficult times. However, when depression drags her down, she is genuinely burdened. How can anyone question her faith, as she soldiers through such seasons?

Jerry (a family friend) stepped into his driveway last week and found the tires on his truck had been slashed. You can bet he was angry, as he reported the crime to local police. He’s not racing off to avenge the evil personally, but he is still steamed over it. I’m thinking that’s a pretty solid case of this Scripture: “Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” (Ephesians 4:26, KJV).

Doris fell off her horse a few months ago and broke her arm. He spooked when a rabbit ran onto the woodsy trail, where she was riding with a friend. Yesterday, she was riding him in the field behind the stables where she keeps him, and he scooted sideways suddenly. She yelped and grabbed the horn of her Western saddle to stay aboard. An hour after dismounting, she was still shaken up. Does that mean her faith is questionable? Of course not!

Karla just lost her job after more than a decade of dedicated responsibility. She showed up in the morning, only to discover the company was closing – effective immediately. Did I mention Karla is a single parent?

“I know God has a better plan,” she confessed. “But right now, I am scared to death.” Does anybody want to throw rocks at her faith? No way.

A friend from church lost her sister to a prolonged illness recently. Polly knows her sister loved the Lord. She is confident that her sister is in Heaven. But her grief is real. Who can deny that?

Sometimes our most difficult emotions feel like they are contrary to the truth on which our faith rests.

This life can be downright hard, and our souls are wired for eternity. So how does the believer reconcile biblical contrasts like “Rejoice always” (2 Thessalonians 5:16, NIV) and “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted” (Matthew 5:4, NIV)?

Doesn’t rejoicing seem diametrically opposed to mourning? Or is it?

The Bible instructs us to guard our hearts (see Proverbs 4:23) and to rein in wayward or destructive thoughts (see 2 Corinthians 10:5). So we are responsible for our hearts and our thoughts. What about our feelings?

Perhaps emotions are another matter.

In the Old Testament, we read that there are appropriate times for all sorts of emotions (see Ecclesiastes 3:4-6).

Jesus even experienced real-life human emotions. We know He wept (see John 11:35). He flipped tables over in the Temple (see Mark 11:15). And I am certain He laughed.

It seems to me that the God who created us with intense feelings, both pleasant and difficult, gave us the freedom to feel them. Maybe it’s more about holding onto truth, even through flat or fiery or flailing feelings. Because we live in the light of His blood-bought, grace-filled redemption, we know that guilt trips are not of His making.

OK, I get that we are not supposed to wallow. But difficult emotions do take some time to process.

I love the Lord. I love that He fills us with His hope and joy and peace. But there are times when I just stop and sigh and love that there is even a book of the Bible titled “Lamentations.” Because sometimes we simply feel like lamenting for a while. And that’s not a bad thing, if it draws us closer to God in the middle of our pain.

Rise during the night and cry out. Pour out your hearts like water to the Lord. (Lamentations 2:19, NLT)

We can feel (all sorts of feelings) without failing in faith or letting go of what we know to be true. And in time, we trust Him to restore us again and again.

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Monday

Feeling a little scarred, spilled, and scratched this week




You know that expression that claims bad things tend to happen in threes? Well, I’m not given to superstitions. I’m not into following patterns or clichéd expectations. Nevertheless, I did experience a trio of terribles in the past few days. Maybe you’ve had such unpleasant intervals in your own life.

First, someone rifled through some of my stuff in a spot where I’d expected it to be safe. Nothing was missing, but more than a few things were totally wrecked. The damage seemed to be perfectly pointless.

Next, I noticed some significant scratching on my car (see photo). I’m pretty sure I know when and where this happened, and I am earnestly trying not to connect the dots to the first incident. 

Photo by LAN/Heart of a Ready Writer. All rights reserved

If those two things were linked, it could point to something truly terrible.

Third, someone near to me has broken trust again. And, although that isn’t exactly an unexpected thing at this point, it’s still a whole lot worse than a couple of possibly random vandalisms.

You might say this whole series of disappointments has left me feeling sort of damaged, dented, and deceived. It would be easy to build a nest in the valley of unwelcome, unacceptance, and unforgiveness.

I’ve been wronged, worked over, and wounded. There’s no denying that.

And it’s left scars of various sorts.

But Jesus knows. My Lord understands scars (see Isaiah 53:4-6). And I believe He weeps – not just for me in my little season of momentary woes, but for those who certainly must carry so many deep hurts that they feel the need to harm others.

Although it may be tempting to take all of these dirty tricks personally, perhaps they really aren’t about me at all.

What sort of inner anger, pain, and shame causes people to abuse or misuse those around them? What force of wickedness draws individuals to make mayhem or misfortune for anyone else?

We know the answers to that question.

We live in a sinful and hurting world.

Sin isn’t just a list of evil deeds. It’s a disease that afflicts mankind (see Isaiah 64:6) and weighs people down. It divides us. It can make us feel agitated, angry, ashamed, cruel, discouraged, dissatisfied, envious, frustrated, greedy, grouchy, hopeless, insecure, lonely, mad, mean-spirited, miserable, overwhelmed, resentful, sad, scared, and even sick – whether we realize it or not.

People struggle under burdens they need not carry. They wrestle with guilt and shame and sorrow and regrets, maybe not even knowing relief can be found. So they sabotage others’ security, fly into foul play, demonstrate deceit, and create casualties (minor or major), simply because they cannot figure out how to unload the unpleasantness under which they stagger.

What might happen, if so many wounded people came to realize that God offers grace, forgiveness, peace, and freedom from blame and shame?

Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” (Romans 8:1-2, NIV)

God help me.

Now I sit here with scars on my soiled and stained stuff, scars on my car, and scars on my spirit. But He knows, and He hears. He offers healing to restore my soul. And He promises to turn my pain into prayers, my irritation into intercession, and my suspicions into sympathy for those who struggle so severely that they cannot help but inflict their own inner injury upon others.

If I will let Him.


I think sometimes God sends a song that fits a struggle so neatly. Here’s an example.


From the song:

“Give me Your eyes for just one second.
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing.
Give me Your love for humanity.
Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted,
The ones that are far beyond my reach.
Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten.
Give me Your eyes so I can see.
“Give Me Your Eyes,” by Brandon Heath

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