Why is this so hard?
Have you ever lain awake at night trying to find the answer to that question?
I know I have. The fact is, everyone experiences hard seasons of life. Am I right? Not everyone’s “hard” looks the same, however.
Perhaps your husband can’t seem to find a job. Goodness knows you’ve prayed and searched and prayed some more.
Maybe you’ve gotten sick, and you just can’t get well again. You’ve visited countless doctors, tried seemingly every medicine or treatment, but nothing is working.
Maybe you’re a mom with a few little kids at home and you’re just so tired. You wear the hats of maid, nurse, referee, chef, manager, taxi driver, teacher, etc., and it never ever stops.
Could be you’re experiencing an unexpected trial like an injury or a sudden loss, and things just keep happening that make the already tough time even harder than you think it needs to be.
Maybe you’re not a mom but you want to be, so desperately. You’ve seen doctors, read books, and exhausted google, but nothing seems to help. Why?
WHY is this so hard?
Have you been there?
The point in life where you’re walking happily along and then BAM! Suddenly you’re flat on your back, the rug pulled out from under you. As if that weren’t enough, before you can even catch your breath something else happens that keeps you down. Usually you bounce right back up, and you’re determined to do so again. But every time you try, life pushes you down again. Pretty soon you’re just laying there, looking up at the ceiling asking, “Why is this so hard?”
Did you know it’s not a bad thing to direct that question at God? That it’s actually okay to ask God, “Why?” I used to think that it was a sin to ask God that question, because I thought it would mean that I wasn’t trusting in His perfect plan.
But that’s not true.
The danger comes when we keep that question to ourselves, letting it boil around inside our hearts until we become angry and bitter at God. But when the question first comes to our lips, what we’re feeling is pain. It hurts to experience hard things, and this hurt is not sin. So when we ask God, “Why is this so hard?” we are essentially calling out to Him for answers, for peace, for HELP in the time of our trouble. Kinda reminds you of a Bible verse, right?
Seeing then that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession. For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. ~Hebrews 4:14-16
Have you heard the phrase, the Bible holds all the answers to the questions of life? Nothing could be truer, because “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1
God doesn’t just have the answers to life.
He is the answer!
When I call out to God in my pain, He doesn’t reach down and hand me an itemized list of all the reasons why. Instead, He soothes the ache in my soul with His healing touch. The Living Word speaks life into my heart. He reminds me of Who He is, and how He’s in control. I may never know exactly why God allowed me to go through pain or suffering or heartache. But that’s okay. Because I know Who my God is and what He has promised me.
Aren’t you thankful that God doesn’t expect us to keep it together on our own? He doesn’t stop us from needing to work through our pain by asking Him “why?” He lets me approach His throne BOLDLY. Oftentimes, I march up to His throne room and dump out my heart with, in my opinion, justified anger and frustration.
Can you believe THIS, God? And look at this thing that happened. Look how they treated me! And on top of that, I’m sick and I’m tired and I’m hormonal. And also this awful thing is going on. I’m just so confused. What’s the plan here, God? Why are all these hard things happening to me? Why is this SO hard?
On and on He lets me speak, not denying me an audience with the King of kings and Lord of lords.
Remember Mary Magdalene?
How she came early, while it was dark, to the tomb of Christ and found Him gone? She ran to tell Peter and John, and they confirmed her findings. They left her there, weeping. Her Lord was gone! Hadn’t enough happened already? The Jews had crucified her Messiah and she had lost Him forever. Why was this happening? It was already so hard, why did it have to be harder?
As she wept, looking into the empty tomb, the angels asked her why she was crying. She responded in despair, that her Lord was gone and she didn’t know where they had taken Him. She turned away, hurting and still in hopeless tears. Then, who she thought was the gardener asked her the same question. Even more desperate she answered him from her broken heart. “If you have taken him away, please tell me where he is! Tell me how to fix this. I don’t understand! Show me how to make this pain go away!”
Her eyes were opened when He spoke her name. It was Jesus!
That’s what happens when I come to Jesus in my pain. I pour out my heart before Him and He never reprimands me for my tears or my questions. He simply says, “My child.” That’s my name! He not only reminds me of Who He is, but also of Who I am through Christ. I’m a child of the King. He is my Abba, my Father.
I don’t have to just get through it. I don’t have to settle for just waiting out the storm. Jesus either stills the wind and waves, or He waits with me. He weeps with me when I am hurting, and He intercedes before God on my behalf. He gives sufficient grace, and enough strength for each day. His mercies are new for me every morning and His faithfulness reaches to the clouds. His steadfast love never ceases. He answers all my questions with Himself.
So when you’re hurting, don’t be afraid to ask God why. Go to Him. And hear the only answer that will satisfy you and ease your pain.
Hear Him speak your name.