When I was little, I stayed up late at night listening to grown-up talks.
Our house was always full of interesting people – sick visitors, fighting couples, defiant students, rebellious sons, abused daughters, despairing addicts, the list goes on.
On nights when my mom would do round-table talks with the ladies, I’d be there quietly watching and listening to their stories. I have seen the many kinds of wails and tantrums a woman could unleash. I have seen the different faces of hopelessness and the various pain a woman could bear. I cried when they cried. I bawled when they bawled.
But there were nights when no tears were spilled on our table. These are my favorite nights, when the same women come back resolved, reconciled, healed, or forgiven. It may take days or weeks or years later but when they sit around our table again with smiles and contentment on their faces, it was pure celebration.
I have witnessed the immeasurable beauty of joy and gladness when God turns each woman’s mourning into dancing.
As I grew older, I discovered I wasn’t immune to the same pain and hurts I’ve known and witnessed since I was a child. Whenever I ask God, “why do I have to go through all these pain?”
I hear a voice from heaven saying, “because there is still a round-table and you have a story to tell.”
Do you know my story? Do you know their stories?
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My story may be your story.
To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory. – Isaiah 61:3 NLT