“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our consolation also abounds through Christ.” 2 Cor. 1:3-5
“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
“God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1
It took me all the way to the very end of a very long day to confess I had been running all the day long – running from the hurt. Not just one-time hurt, though hurt had occurred that particular day at the hands of a particular person. But long-term hurt. The kind of hurt that never goes away because it keeps on happening. Same person. Same people. Same hurt. That’s the kind of hurt I had been running from that day. The kind of hurt I admit I’ve been running from for much of my life. But every so often in the midst of the running, which has become second nature to me, comes the calling of the Lord.
“Come to me,” the Lord spoke to my heart that night.
Jesus was reminding me I was wearing myself out from all the running and finding none of the love, hope, peace, joy, compassion, mercy, and rest I needed in the running. I didn’t need more running. I needed MORE Jesus. Time away with Him. Time simply being still in His presence. Such a far cry to be still when I’m so used to running.
I wish I could tell you I stopped running that night, or that I have stopped running altogether. People run to all sorts of people, places, and things. I tend to run to keeping busy, to lots and lots of serving, to giving, to helping, all good, when it’s God’s will and His time, but sometimes too much, too much when I need to stop running and take some time to be loved and comforted.
In Christ is all we need – including the blessedness of being comforted when we’re hurting. For who can love us as greatly and completely as Jesus? Who has the compassion and comfort and mercy God does? Who can give us peace like Jesus’ peace? And hope like His? And rest and refuge and a hideaway like we can have in Christ? Whose arms are as strong as His are? Who is safe like Jesus? Who can wipe our tears away and hear our hearts as we cry out our hurts like He can?
Friend, if you’re running from the hurt, please know this. No matter how much we run, no matter how out of breath we become from all the running, waiting all along is the Lord who takes all into His fold who repent and believe Christ died for us and was raised from the dead, turning our hearts and lives over to Him. He is ours, and we are His. And we can bring our hurting hearts to Him, yes we can!
Into His everlasting arms we can come running. Bringing our hearts to Him the God of hope. Of love, peace, comfort, and joy.
Yes, even joy we can find in the midst of when we are hurting. Joy not in that which has caused us hurt. But joy in Jesus. Joy in knowing Him and being known by Him, in loving Him and being loved by Him, in spending time at His feet basking in His everlasting light and knowing no matter our trials and troubles on this earth, those of us who follow Him, we are His forevermore.
And one day there will be no more pain and tears at all. One day – in heaven. Until then, friend, even on this earth where there is so much of it – of the pain and tears – we can take our rest in Jesus. Rest from the running. Where we find the comfort of all comfort. From the God of all comfort. From Christ Himself.
The greatest healer and helper and lover and blessed wonderful counselor of all. Our Father. Who is in heaven. And who dwells inside we who believe in Him. Our Christ!
Turn to the Lord, friend. And take comfort in Him. In His love. In His abiding presence. In Jesus. Joyfully. Thankfully. His!