There’s a line from a Christmas song that keeps rolling around in my head this year. It’s tucked into “O Holy Night”. You’ll recognize it, I’m sure.
Some days I’m just overcome with the weariness of this world. The weight of sadness that so many experience daily. That I experience daily.
And yet, I rejoice. Why? Because God is teaching me so many things as I work through my grief. Because He is good and has blessed me far beyond what I deserve. Because He is using me in spite of my very elementary understanding of Him.
I studied this verse this morning. Job lost everything, all at the same time. His wealth, his family, his health. And yet, in his grief, he worshiped.
“Is it realistic to think that you and I can worship God, not after we’ve figured it all out, but as our initial reaction to loss in our lives? Job shows us it is. Worshiping God does not require that we understand or approve of what God has allowed into our lives; it simply requires a heart that desires to trust God and a will that is bent toward obedience to God regardless of our feelings. We worship God because he is worthy, not because we necessarily feel like it. And as we worship in the midst of our pain, we are able to gain perspective on that pain. This is a costly worship– which makes it all the more worthwhile and precious to God.” — Nancy Guthrie from her book Hope, p. 34 (bold mine)
This Christmas I am weary. I don’t understand the path that my life is taking. But I do trust Him. Even though I don’t understand and even though it takes every fiber in my being to reach out to God in my pain, I will worship. I will rejoice. I will sing.