It Will Be Better

I’m writing this at 11:46p—just minutes before our officially recognized day of commercialized love—because, well…God gets what He wants from me.

Or at least that’s been the pursuit of my heart with Him so far this year: swift obedience.

To be perfectly transparent I was tucked comfortably in my bed, as many of you likely are while I write this, reflecting on and noticing life as I often do at night.

As I found dwelling in this place of reflection, God spoke to my heart prompting me to share the following on Threads:

“This time a year ago my heart was in shambles. I felt gut-wrenchingly empty and discarded by God because of the betrayal of man.

Today, I have so much peace. So much gratitude. Such deep thankfulness. Even when life feels unfair, God is not. Seek His Word. Bathe your heart and mind in His promises.

It will be better. Selah”

Content with emptying myself of the thought God put on my heart, I was fully ready to close my eyes for good. Until God had more to say.

And here we arrive friends, to this very post. 

It will be better.

To the heart that felt led to follow a link and take time to read this post, I want you to hear and know that it will be better.

Life can be so utterly painful at times. Downright confusing. Intentionally elusive and brutal in its dealings. And if that’s not enough to cause you to feel completely laid bare and abruptly exposed, if you’re anything like me, when the torrents of life’s disappointments snatch air from your chest and cut you at your knees, you probably find yourself in an airless environment wrestling with God and fighting to hold fast to your faith. 

This place is not one where hope abounds. It is the place where it seems hopelessness has prevailed. 

But…it will be better.

Those words probably struggle to find home in your body right now, and I understand why. But even when it feels as though your words hold no weight, remember that God’s words carry significant weight.

A final thought: 

I used to cringe when people would recite Romans 8:28 as an encouraging antidote for my heartache. The verse wasn’t the problem. It was the feeling that my hurt was being bypassed and over-spiritualized that caused me to tune out. But how time and maturity shift the framework through which we hear and understand. 

All things work together for the good of those who love Him and who have been called according to His purpose.

It does not feel good. 

It does not look good.

And there certainly doesn’t appear to be any good coming on the other side of it.

But as one who writes to you from the other side, having felt all these emotions and many more than I’m willing to disclose on this internet… friend, know that it will be better.

Until next time.

With love,

Ash.