“The balloon never rises until the cords are cut; affliction doth this sharp service for believing souls. While the wheat sleeps comfortably in the husk it is useless to man, it must be threshed out of its resting place before its value can be known. Thus it is well that Jehovah trieth the righteous, for it causeth them to grow rich towards God.” Charles Spurgeon
It’s a gripping tension to choose to let go of a baloon and set it free to wander. It is another thing to have it jarred from your grip by the wind…..both have same end result. I will not cling to balloons that need to be set free. I will purpose to cut the cord to “my” balloon, when possible. What balloon are you holding on to?
A thot has been bouncing around in my head as i have reflected on the “separation” situation of two lovely young women. My goal in writing is to challenge you as well as myself to respond more thoughtfully and sacrificially.
One woman, we will call her, Sally……..has just tearfully sent her military husband off to the Middle East…leaving her at home alone to parent their children and run the household. She has had the support of family to be there when she came home from the “white army send off bus”,…… to comfort as well as distract the kids from the absence of their dad. There have been countless well wishes, prayers and messages of encouragement and love to this dear family. An imaginary badge of bravery is pinned upon Sally’s breast…….our patriotism surges as we gather around Sally in support! The way it should be!
Second woman, we will call her Suzy…..has just cried herself to sleep as she has also just separated from her husband…..as the marriage was crumbling…..leaving her at home alone to parent their children and run the household. There is no one at the house when she comes home from work making sure she is not alone, night after night nor anyone to comfort and distract the kids from the deep loss and screaming absence of their dad. There have been no well wishes and I wonder how many messages of encouragement. Their have been lots of prayers and love from a few but not the glowing FB and email messages of praise. An imaginary badge with a big question mark is pinned upon Suzy’s breast……as many wonder: what happened, whose “fault”, etc?
Two women, separated. Two women, alone. Two families hurting.
How will you respond the next time you learn of either of the above situations in your world?