Some trials are worse than others. During the hardest ones I learned that the deeper the hardship, the pain, the suffering, the deeper my dive into the Lord and all that he offers.
One awful day after my husband passed, I sat in his favourite chair, wrapped in his leather jacket; weeping endlessly; feeling abandoned and alone.
Suddenly the thought came to me that I was not alone. The Holy Spirit was with me, comforting, consoling and healing me. He gave me peace in the midst of my bumbled-up life. Bumble is a word that I’d never heard before but it popped into my head.
To bumble is to move or act in a confused manner. It is blundering, lurching, stumbling, wobbling, staggering, teetering. All of that described me and God knew it was the exact word I needed.
These feelings are the reason experts tell you to do nothing for at least a year because your decision-making skills are wacko. In those times of trauma, we need an anchor to hold us firm and solid.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever. (Hebrews 6:19, NIV)
If you have asked Jesus into your life as your personal Savior, you too can expect the company of the Holy Spirit. You too can find your way through the bumbled life.
I promise this is so! How do I know? The Bible tells me so!
Prayer- Bumbled life or not Lord, you give us relief and we praise your name. Amen.