Which illness plagues you? Is it a digestive disorder that slinks through your body—its root cause a mystery only Sherlock Holmes can solve?
Is it depression that claws within? Is it a disease that consumes you?
Is it chronic pain or fatigue that holds you down? Is it a combination of a few things?
I once wrote about how we can find joy despite our broken vessels, enduring the battles they present. Now I want to share a poem about the emotional impact of handling the battles.
Although the emotions that are illustrated in the poem are dark, I attempted to share a slice of realistic hope. (Like I do with everything I write.)
As hard as it is some days, I still believe that all things work out for the good of those who love God.
I’ve referenced Romans 8:28 numerous times on this blog because I truly believe that God can turn bad things into things for His glory. Even if the things are still technically bad.
Paul, the writer of Romans, goes on to say, “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written: ‘For Your sake we are killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.’
“Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loves us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:35-39 (emphasis added)
Just because some of us are plagued by illnesses, doesn’t mean God has overlooked us.
Sickness is a part of living in a broken world. It’s not a “God versus human” ordeal like Satan wants us to believe.
God looks at us all—illness or not—with compassionate eyes. He understands pain. He understands confusion.
There is hope. We can fly high despite illnesses. It may look different than we imagine, though.
Because of our bodily struggles, we can relate with somebody else experiencing the same problems. We can encourage them and hug them.
We can educate them on how to explain their situation to family members. We can help them feel less embarrassed.
Out of all the people in the world, we understand the importance of having somebody understand. To have somebody reach out and share hope.
Without further ado, here’s my poem. Hopefully, it can share light and hope despite the darkness of ailments.
Hope to Fly
Lord, You are removing my chains,
So why does illness kill my hope to fly?
Am I simply shooting too high?
Is there a remedy for hurricanes,
Or is it time to say goodbye?
Lord, I want to fall on my knees,
But I am clueless of which words to sing.
I have never known such a thing.
Will it be that I lose to a disease,
Will I survive what this shall bring?
Lord, this is all so confusing,
But through the storm, You’ll reveal Your glory.
I do not understand my story,
But I’ll get nowhere if I’m refusing
To look for Your allegory.
The bottom line: Flying high is not being a sickness-free person or an internet sensation.
Flying high is simply rising up to the tasks God calls us to complete. Whether that be resting or connecting with others.
Just keep praying. God will show you the way through this confusing life.
I’m not great at poetry, but I hope this work of art still brought peace to your heart. I feel like poetry can hit deeper than normal words when it comes to heavy topics. Do you agree?
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