There are just days when life is hard. The consequences of someone else’s sin come to roost. Prayers for breakthrough and victory seem to hit a wall. Anger isn’t any help; it just complicates things. Self pity is a trap. God could instantly change the situation but he doesn’t. He tells me to keep going and serve…humbly. Yesterday was one of those days.
If anyone should know about hard times and walking the way of love, it’s John. John, the one who Christ loved, the one who stood by and saw Jesus crucified, the one who got to the tomb first, the one whose brother was killed by Herod, the elderly man who wrote from exile on Patmos. It’s from him that we get this vision of heaven:
I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands and they cried out in a loud voice… Revelation 7:9-10
Imagine the diversity of languages, dress and skin color! It’s a party and I long to be there I don’t want to stay in my place of frustration. I want to enjoy the presence of God now.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; he will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Revelation 7:17
Lord, I long for heaven. I can’t wait until that day when I get to see you on your throne with my own eyes and sing to you with that choir. Thank you for the living water you have lead me to today. Stir my heart to sing to you and be full of gratitude. You call me to walk this road with joy, not whining. I want to be faithful. Thank you for this vision of your beauty and holiness. Amen.