Yesterday I googled the phrase “Philippines typhoon.” My heart broke.
Yesterday I got a call from a hurting friend. My heart broke.
All of a sudden the important seems trivial. Broken bodies and broken hearts scream for my attention. I want to focus on making dinner and making beds. If I close my eyes tight enough will the pain of this world go away?
Then I read these words “Having the eyes of your hearts enlightened, that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you.” (Ephesians 1:18)
Some days I don’t want the eyes of my heart enlightened. I want to embrace that the heart is deceitful, the world is too painful, and not seeing is better than suffering.
It takes work, Spirit work, to embrace hope. To fully open my eyes. To fully open my heart. And proclaim, “Hope. With my God there is always hope.”
I squint my eyes open just a sliver to look for hope. I squint my eyes with tears as the sun above is so bright.
I squint my eyes at Calvary because the Cross is too painful. I squint my eyes at the Resurrection because his glory is too amazing.
Hope in pain. Hope in victory. Father, give me grace to open my eyes.