A House of Cards

During times of pain and torture we usually tend to look for a way out… because really, who likes pain? We rush to solutions, quick fixes, and easy remedies; we want out fast. When a quick solution is nowhere to be found we then panic. We cry out longing for someone or something to come and remove that which is causing so much pain. Our cries become stronger and stronger as so does the pain until it seems unbearable. All that is heard is a yearning to be found and rescued. We long for answers, solutions, and explanations. We want to understand or at least know the purpose of our pain. Our cries become so overwhelming which then, “deafen you to hear the voice you hope to here”-C.S.Lewis. Everything seems opaque; a blur because we cry out without taking time to listen.

How many times have I found myself in that same place? Not due to grief but because of my own self-righteousness. I think I have all the answers, I know what to do when times get tough, I’ve heard other’s experiences-I can handle it, or so I think. There are times when my words sometimes get the best of me. I am too quick to speak that I leave no room to listen. I rush to conclusions and quick solutions, while my voice overpowers what I am in search of. While reading A Grief Observed, I realized that my house of cards needs to be broken constantly. Otherwise, if I’m not careful I’ll end up on my high-horse thinking I have all the answers when in reality, who does? I have learned the importance of being still and acknowledging who God is; taking time to listen instead of always doing the questioning. May it be in those times of pain and grief that I might be found humble and willing to listen. Setting aside any preconceived thoughts and beliefs in order to receive what is being given and to listen with an open mind and heart to what is being spoken. May my house always be shaken so that I might remember to be quiet and listen.