“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”
We lived in a hotel suite for three weeks while we waited to move into our new house. It sounds much more glamorous (and like the premise of a tween sitcom) than it truly was. My husband, myself, our two young children, our two big dogs, and most of our belongings, were all squeezed into about 350 square feet. It was hard and the days were long, but we tried to stay focused on the light at the end of the tunnel, which would be moving into our new house. This move and the new house were an answer to many of our prayers, after all, and living in the hotel was just temporary.
But change is hard. Waiting is hard. Cramped quarters are hard. And let’s just be honest, moving is hard. Sometimes it feels like hard begets hard.
One day in the midst of change, waiting, and non-glamorous hotel living, I loaded the kids into the car and set out in desperation to find something familiar: Starbucks. I drove around in what would be our new neighborhood, certain to find a Starbucks at any of the major intersections. Every time I would spot a Starbucks sign with the beloved green Mermaid of Coffee, it would be on the opposite side of the road or in a parking lot so poorly marked that I couldn’t find the entrance. It was so frustrating and the last thing I needed at that moment was more hard. If I could just get my hands on a nonfat vanilla latte, I thought, everything would be okay. I could drown my sorrows in espresso.
After too many wrong turns and no lattes, I finally pulled into a grocery store parking lot, took a deep breath, and let the tears fall. I put my face in my hands and sobbed. My kids sat in shocked silence, watching me from the back seat. Minutes passed and the tears kept coming. “I’m okay, kids,” I assured them, “everything is going to be okay.” When I said it, though, it was more of a prayer than a fact.
I tried to pinpoint my problem. What was causing this breakdown? Why the tantrum? Was I really crying because I couldn’t find a Starbucks? No, I realized, that would be ridiculous. I was crying because all the hard had finally piled up too heavy and I was being crushed beneath the weight of it all. I was at the end of my own strength and I was breaking. Just before I slipped into a self-hosted pity party, I whispered in my spirit “Jesus” and remembered that He was near.
The moment that realization set in, the moment my focus shifted from my crushing circumstances to my Heavenly Father, was the moment my healing began. In a desperate prayer, God helped me fight off fears and lies and reminded me of His love and truth. My heart was racing and all the emotions flooded, but I knew what I had to do.
I had to calm my spirit down so that I could hear the Lord whisper, “I am here.” It was as though the life raft was right in front of me the whole time, but I couldn’t see it through my own splashes.
I definitely felt like life had kicked me in the gut that day, and not being able to find a coffee shop was the final low blow that had me tapping out. I didn’t need a latte. What I needed was peace, hope, and comfort. What I needed was Jesus. As I sat in the car and cried out to God through my tears, He helped me catch my breath. I was lonely and literally lost in this new place, but God was with me all along. Right then, as I clung to my life raft that is Jesus, I was certain of nothing else but His presence and sovereignty. His peace covered me.
Can you relate? Have you had days that left your spirit crushed? It’s in those times when our spirits are crushed and we feel life’s low blows that God’s presence and comfort are so real it’s almost tangible. When we are discouraged and our hearts are hurting, His nearness is undeniable. Just before we tap out, if we call out His name and lift our eyes, we can see hope and rescue within our reach.
His Word is what held me together when it felt like all else was falling apart. In that season when everything seemed unstable, unknown, and hard, His promises were sure. My spirits were crushed, but I found hope when I sought the Lord.
He’s there for you, too, friend. In every hurt, every hard day, every disappointment, and every heartbreak God is near and He wants to comfort, heal, strengthen, and rescue you. When you are lonely or lost, whether literally or figuratively, the Lord holds out His hand to reassure you of His presence. He is hope. He is always there to rescue those whose spirits are crushed. Stop splashing and reach for the life raft. Call out His name.
- What is your “latte” – your false sense of comfort? What would it look like to reach out to a friend instead of reaching for a latte (or your choice of temporary comfort) the next time you’re upset?
- Look for two or three Scriptures or song lyrics to remind yourself that God rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Keep them where you can easily see them and look for moments to share them with a friend who might need an encouraging word.
How does understanding Psalm 34:18 change the way you connect with friends and with your community in challenging times?
excerpt by Eryn Hall from Craving ConnectionLeave a Comment