I’ve been attempting
to figure out how to share this in more detail than the “Suffering and Love�
blog without freaking anyone out, causing confusion or sounding like I’m trying
to play the pity card. I am not freaked out, confused or looking for pity.
An artery of my race, a common theme, and topic covering
pages in journals:
Brokenness and suffering.
Thanks God. Couldn’t I be learning something easier to blog
about? Just kidding. Kind of.
She had been down
into Egypt (actually Romania, Ukraine, Ireland, Kenya, Uganda) and had looked
up on the grinding stones, the wheel and the furnace, and knew that they
symbolized an experience which she herself must pass through. Somehow,
incredible as it was, she had been enabled to accept the knowledge and to acquiesce
in it, and she knew within herself that with that acceptance a gulf had opened
between herself and her past life, even between her past self; a gulf which
could never again be closed.
Borrowed from Hinds Feet on High Places, this paragraph
explains realizations in my life right now better than anything I could come up
with.
Grinding stone. Wheel. Furnace. Potter’s wheel. None of
these are objects or situations that bring comfort. That’s ok. Life is good. God is good. 😀
Check out Isaiah 28:27-28, 2 Corinthians 4:8-10,
Jeremiah 18:4-6 for more insight into the Biblical side of this. More will come
from the life side of it when I have more time to write.
