Given the opportunity and i would bawl all night like a baby for all the unsaved people. I would cry all night for those who are seriously sick and those who just are not feeling well. I would cry for the pain and suffering that goes on... both emotionally and physically. I hate seeing people suffer.. i hate it even more that they do not know the Lord Jesus, nor do they know how much He cares. I hate it because they don’t know that He is the answer and can bring them peace. I cry for them all the time. I cry for Him because He has to watch us hurt and suffer. I cry for Him because I feel like i let Him down and He does not need another let down.
And...
I constantly cry out to the Lord for my own peace. I have no peace from this pain for them.
He reminded me of a story he led me to read along time ago. It was called Hinds Feet on High Places. He reminded me of the part where he puts it thorn into the main character’s heart:
She bent forward to look, then gave a startled little cry and drew back. There was indeed a seed lying in the palm of his hand, but it was shaped exactly like a long, sharply-pointed thorn… ‘The seed looks very sharp,’ she said shrinkingly. ’Won’t it hurt if you put it into my heart?’ He answered gently, ‘It is so sharp that it slips in very quickly. But, Much-Afraid, I have already warned you that Love and Pain go together, for a time at least. If you would know Love, you must know pain too.’
Much-Afraid looked at the thorn and shrank from it. Then she looked at the Shepherd’s face and repeated his words to herself. ’When the seed of Love in your heart is ready to bloom, you will be loved in return,’ and a strange new courage entered her. She suddenly stepped forward, bared her heart, and said, ‘Please plant the seed here in my heart.’
His face lit up with a glad smile and he said with a note of joy in his voice, ‘Now you will be able to go with me to the High Places and be a citizen in the Kingdom of my Father.’
Then he pressed the thorn into her heart. It was true, just as he had said, it did cause a piercing pain, but it slipped in quickly and then, suddenly, a sweetness she had never felt or imagined before tingled through her. It was bittersweet, but the sweetness was the stronger. She thought of the Shepherd’s words, ‘It is so happy to love,’ and her pale, sallow cheeks suddenly glowed pink and her eyes shown. For a moment Much-Afraid did not look afraid at all.
Hannah Hurnard, Hinds' Feet on High Places
(A Really Good Book)
