Longing for His Return


© Creationswap/Matt Gruber

Sometimes I get a little tired and weary… especially when I watch and listen to how people I love are suffering.

I think to myself, “Come, Lord Jesus, come.”  This would be a good day for You to really show up.

What I’ve come to realize is when I say that, it’s a bit of a cop out.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s good to long His return, but when I say it, it’s usually because I want the pain to just stop. I want to escape or find a way out for someone else.

See the problem is, God never promises we will live a life free from affliction or suffering. 

He doesn’t promise the miscarriages will stop or that every barren womb will be filled with life.  Or all the mental illness will be healed.  Or that every cancer will go into remission.   He doesn’t say the marriages will all mend and people will be free to love one another the way they had hoped.  He doesn’t promise everyone in a wheel chair will stand up and walk or every blind person will see again.

His promises are to heal and deliver us. 

But it doesn’t always look the way we think.  His timing isn’t always the same as ours.

What He does say is that He is in the valley with us. {Psalm 23}

And that He promises to never abandon us. {Hebrews 13:5}

He promises our suffering is to bring us to a place of complete maturity. {James 1}

He promises to bring beauty instead of ashes and joy instead of mourning and the ability to praise Him instead of a faint spirit. {Isaiah 61:3}

He says we can rise up from what has been ruined and what has been devastated can be repaired. {Isaiah 61:4}

So maybe instead of saying, “Come, Lord Jesus come” as in to come and wipe it all away… what I should be praying is this:

 “Come, Lord Jesus come, let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” 

 Come and make your presence known to us in the middle of the pain.

Come and be the balm to the ache in our hearts.

Come and show us what you would have us do.

Come and teach us how to love better than this.

Give us patience as we wait.  Even if we have to wait until the end of our days.

Be our joy in our weakness.

Be the light in our darkest hour.

When we can’t see let us listen for your heartbeat.

Let us close our eyes and not lean on our own understanding but trust You will show us the way.

Let us hope for your salvation.

Then maybe it will be that I actually long for His return.

6 thoughts on “Longing for His Return

  1. anon says:

    Amen. I am a grandma with an ugly past. A whore, among other things. Ugly. I would love to wish away all that I have done to others in my selfishness. I will tell them I am sorry one day. God know how sorry I am for what I have lost and brought upon myself and others. I say it every day of my life. All I ever do is repent, cry. Constantly, non stop. Because I am. Because it’s all my fault. But they are not here to listen. They are all gone. Constant sorrow. I am sorry. You have names. You are not objects put here for my pleasure/use. I am so sorry for the pain I caused you. God. ‘-( An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. ‘-( Even does worse. ‘-( Fatherless women and men looking for love. ‘-( Lord come quickly, have mercy. Mercy.

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