But what if I can't let go? Are all wounds meant o be healed? There are people that have to live with horror for a reason. I am reading Job and the advice from his friends is pretty familiar to the way we console each other. What Job's friends didn't take into account was that his pain was no accident and had nothing to do with his sin. Why is it so hard for us to accept that some are going to live lives in pain because God chooses not to heal us? The church tells you to lay all of your problems down at the feet of Jesus and be healed. But the Bible never promises physical or mental healing during this lifetime. So yeah, we can lay them down, but it won't always take away the pain or sorrow. I think we are supposed to feel that. Why else would God give us a nervous system? To show us when something is seriously wrong. Ecclesiastes gives one of my favorite passages. Like the song.
Eccl. 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
I like it because I have been through so much of these things and it brings me joy knowing that I am not alone. God says there is a time for these things. I used to feel bad because I was so sad all the time and everyone kept telling me that I am not letting God's Spirit control me, that I was holding on to this stuff for whatever reason. I agree I am holding on to it. But what if I can't let it go? Not won't let it go. What if it is there for a reason. I am sad. Right now in fact. Right now is a time to be silent. I time to mourn, a time to scatter stones. After the sun sets it will be time to uproot, but for now, silence.