When the Void Throbs

Being caught in the world between our normal and our current pain can make us feel boxed in by a surreal fog that won't lift. As badly as a freshly mishammered thumb, the void we face and reface day in and day out throbs mercilessly. A whole world of kind Christianese words cannot be strung together to offer anything resembling hope. Well-meaning answers and solutions laid out across the table of conversation cannot begin to soothe. Even God's Word feels wearisome (gasp!) and His presence gone. What's left? How can hope be found when all that is typical doesn't fit?

Hope at this point becomes a choice. When there is no evidence, no salve, no anything to point the way to escaping the box trapping us, we decide to believe a way will be made. Drowning the pain weakens us further. Sinking in the pain suffocates. Lifting our eyes to who we know God to be awakens a faith just desperate enough to see a move of God.