So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, 2 Corinthians 4:16-17
“Lord, come soon.” Have you ever uttered such a simple yet desperate sentence? Yes, I said desperate. What I mean by that is a yearning that goes beyond pleading, tears, or even rage. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s backtrack.
If you have read my earlier posts, you may have noticed that I like to tell stories. The ability to make something out of nothing and see pieces of myself weaved into the storyline brings me immense joy because I get a taste of how the Author weaves the story of Life and how He imparts Himself into His creation. However, one of the fundamentals of being a storyteller is knowing the ending.
For me, I didn’t know the end of Notes of Melody until God just plopped it into my head during the middle of church three months after the story began. When the very last chapters rapidly played in my head, I was overcome with so many torn emotions: hesitancy, joy, sorrow, and peace.
Then it made me wonder, “Does God feel similar when He completes a soul’s earth story?”
I have to be honest with you. I’ve only began asking such questions in the last few years. For the longest time my head, and certainly my heart, was solely focused on this world. Sure, I knew that I was meant for another world and that living here was just temporary, but I didn’t truly understand. If I were honest, I was quite content living in this world. If I have everything I need here, what is there to look forward to? Maybe you share similar sentiments.
That girl who was innocent and sheltered and was spoiled by having every blessing imaginable had her heart shattered. Before that pivotal point, I had clung desperately to the idea that God would not allow bad things to happen to good people and that He would come through with a miracle like a hero. Instead, God allowed one of my closest friends to painfully suffer, and as he faded away, I did the only thing I can think of. I desperately prayed for healing. I tried bargaining with God, cried angry tears… but nothing changed.
Then one night, that desperation for healing switched. Yes, there were still torn emotions in play, but I became desperate for my friend to be FREE. I wanted him free of the drugs, tubes, machines, and suffering. I would like to think that as I penned my prayer that night, Christ was also sharing in my sorrow. God answered the desperate cries of my soul and took my friend home the next day.
As painfully life-altering as losing my friend was, God did bring something good out of it. That was the darkest point in my life. I felt like I was wandering in the shadows, but looking up Christ had never shone so brightly in my life until that point. Without my precious friend, this world had lost its glamour leaving me with so many unanswered questions, but the only thing I could do was cling desperately to the only One who was and always will be my constant. As Christ began healing me, He gave me a new desperation: to go to my true home, Heaven.
The very first stanza of the lyrics capture it so well:
“Farther along we’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine
We’ll understand this, all by and by.”
Heaven is so close. I can feel it! There are days that this world succeeds in distracting me, but don’t be swayed. That is my hope for you. Don’t cling so tightly to this broken world, but desire the things that are unseen. Yes, I still have so many unanswered questions, but I know all will be revealed one day. When I see the suffering of God’s people, hear the stories of countries ravaged by war, corruption, and natural disasters, or crave my old friend’s hugs, I can’t help but desperately pray, “Lord, come soon.”