When I started this blog I really only did it for me. (Sounds really selfish but it’s true.) It was a place to unload all the swirling thoughts in my head. I didn’t know if anyone would read it and I don’t really think I cared one bit.
Over the past few weeks I’ve started to receive messages from people and speak a bit more to folks about my faith and relationship with God through my grief journey. I want to take a minute to respond in general to some of the raw, difficult things others have shared. I am not a pastor, I don’t have a Masters of Divinity degree, I am far from a religious writer but here is what I know for sure.
God loves YOU! He loves you if you haven’t prayed for 15 years and haven’t darkened the door of a church for even longer. God is right there ready to work in your life- all the parts of your life. Even the little things. God loves you and your story. It might be one big sucky mess of a story but he loves you and wants to see you thrive.
God has great big shoulders. He can take your anger, your questions and your fear. He is right there in that horrid, darkest, darkness at 2am and also beside you when you’re sitting in a stupid meeting ready to smack the person beside you. (Sit on your hands Heather. Close your mouth Heather.) Your faith may falter but he is unwavering in his love and care for you.
There’s a song we sometimes sing in worship that goes “He knows my name, he knows my every thought. He sees each tear that falls and he hears me when I call.” God REALLY does hear you. He wants to talk to you and if he can handle my volume of tears this past year then I promise he’s up to the challenge of yours.
Much love, Heather