2018 was a healing year for me. A year of discovering that I wasn’t as well as I thought I was and that asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, but courage.
I came face to face with a diagnosis that I had misconceptions about, and even the thought that ‘it could never happen to me.’
Medication, counseling, alternative therapy, supplements, lots of reading, reflecting, and self discovery. Though it was a year of healing, it was extremely tiring.
Perhaps this year you are finding yourself in a very similar place. Maybe you’re even still waiting on the healing. You’re still looking for answers. Maybe you just got your answer and it’s not what you hoped and it’s enough to make you want to weep, lie down, and not get back up.
Having walked through a dark valley, and truthfully, some days waking up to find myself right in the middle of it again, I can attest that to the fact that the sun is still shining despite the clouds.
With this year being what it was for many, maybe that is why these words seemed to speak directly to my heart. I’ve heard this song hundreds of times, I remember singing it from a very young age. But December of 2018, as I was driving in the van on a carpool school run, the lyrics pierced my heart and I found tears rolling down my cheeks as I pulled into the pick-up lane at school.
O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.
Did you catch that? Are you one who is struggling along the incline, feeling like it’s all an uphill climb? Does the weight you are carrying seem to get heavier with each step, causing you to move slower and slower, sometimes to the point that you wonder if you are going backwards? Here is a message for you:
You are not alone.
No matter how alone the Enemy may make you feel or be whispering it into your ear. You are NOT alone.
In fact, you are not the first one to be climbing this steep mountain. And there are many beside you climbing it right now as well. And we have each been given an invitation.
Rest. Even for a moment to catch your breath. Rest beside the weary road. It’s not saying we are going to leave it all behind and travel that lovely rose-strewn path. No, the weary road is still there.
But rest. Why?
For glad and golden hours come swiftly. Between all the flowery words of the 1800’s we can read hope.
Because this trial will not last forever. And in this moment of hard we can choose despair or we can choose hope. If we take a moment to rest, to hope, knowing that God promises to work ALL for GOOD, then we can keep marching on. Knowing better things ARE coming.
And as we rest beside that weary road then, perhaps, if we listen carefully, we can hear the angels sing.
And join in.