Blessed. When we read this passage many of us imagine those hearts being counted as lucky, treasured by God, set apart. And yes how deeply they are. But that word right there, the one to describe the hearts of those ill, distressed, financially suffering…it means happy. In the midst of the hardest of hards, their hearts are genuinely filled with abundant joy. Despite it all…they are happy.
When we persevere through the afflictions of being broken down we run to the only haven where we can find rest. Comfort. Endurance. We press into God as our lifeline. Clinging to our faith & the promise that is good. All the time. Suddenly our hearts no longer pray for cures or healings, money or jobs, this or that. But rather we pray simply that his will be done. Regardless of the answers that may come we beg for for them. So that we may know his will. Praying boldly every hard step of the way.
So when we are broken, brought to the very end of ourselves…it is then that we become blessed. Happy. Joyous. So overwhelmed with delight you can find us dancing within the fire as we worship. Here is where we cheer in victory when hard answers come. Here is where we rejoice with every new added trial. Here is where the Holy Spirit takes over & God wins among the thorns. Here is where testimonies are born.
I sat there in her office overwhelmed with joy. As she spoke of the journey of celiacs, endless bacteria in all the wrong places, imbalance after imbalance, fifteen pills a day & a six month road to heal my body my smile could not help itself but spread wide. I sat there not crying but rejoicing. Consumed by thankful praise. On the day my answers had finally come, after a lifetime of illness I sat there. Blessed.