Dear struggling child of God,
I know you keep trying to steer the ship back to the shore. Back to safety and peace in God.
I know the storms seem tougher than you are and Christ seems more distant as the waves push you deeper into the sea.
You tell ourself, "tomorrow will be different," every night you close your eyes and wonder when God will be near again.
Holy Spirit seems gone.
And you're left trying to tame the madness and chaos that He's left you to deal with all alone.
When your tears are concealed by the anger of the storm, and you wonder if God truly left you to deal with the storm all by yourself.
Child, I know how much you long for things to be the same, for the Prince of Peace to calm the storm or help you walk on water.
The worse part is, no matter how hard you seem to try, He just doesn't seem to care.
Right?
I have no courage to give you, or wisdom to impart on you. I'd say in your weakness, He is strong, but how could I when the weakness seems greater than God Himself.
But I want you to know, holiness is a journey that's not easy to embark on.
To be sanctified in Jesus through the redeeming work of Holy Spirit, feels like a battle you'll never win.
And trying to steer to the safety of the shore, is like running against the wind.
But when you think God has not prepared you to face the harshness of the storm, remember Christ who become a child and chose to be born in a stable. A place not typically fit for the majestic glory of God Himself.
When your body is limp and weak, remember the King of Kings, who was slapped and beaten in shame and carried so much embarrasment that His own disciples abandoned Him.
Remember the garden of Gethsemane, when Yeshua chose the cup of suffering that we may share His glory and be an ambassador.
Remember how He chose the wrath of God, for the freedom of mankind. How his hands and feet bore the holes of disgrace that came with dying a sinners death.
Being an ambassador of the great King, means we bear an image that represents Him. Though there is glory, there is also suffering.
So be still even in the rage, even in the discomfort, knowing that the God who created the seas, will direct you to where you must go, not where you think you want to be.
Sincerely,
your struggling sister.