I don’t like to suffer and I don’t care for the depths I enter as a result of it. If I had my way, I’d be done with it once for all. I look at others who don’t seem to suffer at all, or at least not in the same way. I wonder over the deficit I seem to have and just how it has been consistently a factor, often even a major factor in my life for so many years.
We read in the psalms:
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
There are depths into which one is taken through their suffering. That doesn’t mean all the suffering is justified. In my case a good share of my suffering are related to anxiety issues. I am anxious over this or that. God’s word addresses that, as well. And for those Christians suffering because of sin, and addictions, while God will be at work in their lives and experience for good through Jesus, much of the depths in which they suffer is not the will of God for them. We can all speak with some experience, probably too much in that regard, since we are all sinners.
I want to keep in mind the good that comes out of my suffering. That there are indeed depths I experience which help me enter more deeply into others’ sufferings. And helps me have more compassion and empathy with those who suffer. And hopefully I’ll be jolted out of any unseeming complacency to patterns in my life which are not the will of God. Even when they seem justified or inescapable to me. Lots of times we don’t break free from what binds us, until it has a painful death grip on us, which brings much suffering. Pain is a powerful indicator from God, to be sure, for our good.
And so we go on. Not wanting to linger in areas which are not helpful to ourselves or others. And yet in all these things, looking to God through Jesus, to carry us through those hard places, and to set us free in his will together in Jesus for the world.