The shame and battle of loneliness is a not an original topic on blogs, but it is something I try to be open about. It has been said of the battles we share we then, also, share in each other’s’ victories. One of my favorite books has a profound author’s note at the end, which states, “It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we do not know at all that it is the same with others…”. ( A Severe Mercy, by Sheldon Van Auken ) So, here is a thought I wrote over a year ago. Today I’d say I’m not lonely, or rather that loneliness isn’t a nightly battle anymore. But, as I was chatting with a close friend of mine the other day, I was reminded of the shame I’d feel for missing people. Missing who I was when I was around those friends. Time and distance and language and families standing between us; I learned that you can feel lonely missing just one person who for some season of life allowed your heart to forget that loneliness existed. And that the evil in the world can so easily exploit that feeling. But I also learned that God is glorified through our weakness. And that He truly does have the whole world- the whole universe- in His hands.
Loneliness the bitter friend
Came to bid me goodnight again
With cold reality tucking me in
And bowing in crowned charisma-
“Go away!” I shouted
he turned a mocking eye
“Christ is always with me!”
(No loneliness need I)
But in truth my voice did lack
The roar and strength I had
Being caught up in my throat
With sob in saddened note.
I looked, he had not left.
And then he continued in grueling death
With authority, as though my breath
Came from him instead of God,
He stirred my bitterness
“See the people you did leave?”
he snarled memories up ‘round me,
“Why did you let the chord
Of friendships become a bore?”
“It’s not a bore, it is a gift,” I raged
At him and shook my fist,
“Now go away and leave me be,
No need to heighten my misery!”
“But if I leave-“he taunted me,
“You will be alone you see,
All stuck here as you are
With pain searing your heart.
You are angry at times gone by
Even today they make you shy
Because you have tasted friendships
Pure and kind, and without them
You’re barely alive.”
“Alive in Christ!” I countered back,
But his words had made their stab.
Did I not believe in God’s plan,
Lovingly superior to any man’s?
he saw the sob escape from me,
and let me lay clutching my knees.
“There is beauty in sweet memories”
I began with vision blurred,
“And no matter what God brings
I am thankful for these things.”
“Are you sure?” he slyly asked
Taken a mocked-surprise step back,
“if they are beautiful, if they are fine,
Why have tears so silky fine?
Are you a joke of personality misplaced?
So easily stressed in so coveted a space?”
I glanced around my bedroom
And, in honest sadness doomed,
All the happy things it beheld
Into a evil; left to loom
On my sorrowed spirit it felled.
“I don’t need things,”
I muttered slowly,
“Simply Jesus, and He is lowly.
And He has suffered one hundred fold
The agony I now know.
For even God forsook Him,
When it was His will and plan,
Along with that, every man!
No one was firm
Or so strong a friend.”
“then why has He left you lonely-
Crying yourself the sleep… again?”
“For His glory!” I insisted,
“Now get behind me Satan!”
And with that his crown broke in two
And the pieces cut his very horns as they fell
And he knew
He had to flee, in fear screaming.
For though loneliness is a clever
Deception of him,
It cannot forever harm
The saved soul,
Held in the Father’s hand.
Who provides for the raven its prey,
when its young ones cry to God for help,
and wander about for lack of food? Job 38:41
He provides food for those who fear him;
he remembers his covenant forever. Psalm 111:5
As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. 1 Timothy 6:17
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Matthew 6:26