A heavy sadness expands within me as the lost souls of the world desperately grasp for any type of comfort, but cease to attain it, only to pursue fleeting peace. Sometimes I grab hold of temporary pleasures with clenched fists, joining the swarm of aimless bodies around me. Purposeless existence leads to a bitter loneliness, lodging itself into our rigid hearts. Here we sigh, exhausted, as moisture forcefully rises beneath our glassy eyes, begging to soak knitted cotton.
We occasionally pour out all of our scary thoughts to someone else, assessing whether or not others deal with the same pain. But sometimes, no matter how many words we string together, these sentences cannot convey the inescapable apathy or searing shame poisoning our hearts and minds. We want to purge these suffocating toxins, so we babble more frustrations, but our words contain little meaning and leave us exasperated.
Sometimes we choose an alternate path of escape and opt for scrolling through screens into a realm where pestering emotions are shoved aside to make room for ideal images. The sensory overload drowns out our cries and convinces our conscience that happiness is found in faceless interaction. Little do our fickle minds know, comparison will always sneak in right after escapism into the media world.
More problems unravel until we face the ultimate enemy: apathy. The lack of motivation bites at our ankles, moving us to dramatically close textbooks, resist pressing deadlines, and stray away from anything uncomfortable. We hurry into a dangerous descent of ignoring commitments and responsibilities. In this moment, we feel the need to start soul-searching instead of facing the realistic conditions ahead of us. At this point, it is more important to locate the root of agony than to continue with our mundane routines. We feel as if we can resolve the underlying issue on our own before it damages anything else.
If it never gets resolved, sleepless nights more than gladly ensue.
And the next day we finally cry out to God if we believe in His sovereignty. Or some of us may cry out to whatever else is out there. Or maybe some of us don’t believe in a God and ignore the fits of depression and seize the next day, hopeful for something better. But what if nothing better ever arrives?
There’s got to be more to life than an outstanding GPA, a successful career, intelligent discussions, or impressing people we don’t care about.
Why can’t we forget everything bogging us down and stay up until the sun rises? Breathe in smells only nature can offer, look across spans of the ocean, admire a sea of flowers; or appreciate breezes stirring in meadows, the constancy of a mountain, the vivid colors mixed into shallow pools of water, towering trees flaunting dense leaves, savory wafts of home-cooked food, or the rippling muscles of a wild animal. Escaping into these moment leave us awestruck, leaving us more breathless than a heartfelt text message or a framed diploma. Why do these restful moments feel so much more inspirational than mere humanly-processed pleasures? We find meaning in beauty and the details of a world so brilliant because we could have never thought of it or created it ourselves.
Who thought of it and allowed it to appear?
Someone willingly created an expansive universe we could enjoy. No wonder that when we taste these unforgettable moments—we long for someone to thank. There’s an amazingly imaginative design behind the canvas of what we experience as earth. How could something so expressive of art and splendor appear from nothing? But honestly, why would we want to find rest in the fact that nothing holds the earth together?
Let me tell you why. Humans have a hard time relinquishing control. God knew it from the very beginning, yet he let our sin nature consume us, and he allowed us to choose self over Him. It is in our very nature to reject what we cannot fathom and conjure our own theories to explain how the universe originated.
But I’m going to let you in on a little secret. True happiness can only be shared, and this true happiness is actually called everlasting joy. This joy, when shared with the God who created life itself, allows God to reign in our hearts when we don’t even deserve His love in the first place. God takes pleasure in His creation; it’s why he repeated five times in the first chapter of Genesis that his creation was “good.” And when God created man and woman, He beheld they were “VERY good” because He made them in His image.
God is sufficient in Himself, He cannot be bribed, bought, or overcome by a superior power. AND He lacks nothing. He himself has perfect fellowship with His own Son and the Holy Spirit; He doesn’t even need us mere humans to fulfill his existence. BUT, out of the overflowing love that the God has for His Son and the Son has for His father, the two actively worked together to create the world and everything in it, as supported by Colossians 1:16:
“For by Him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities – all things were created through Him and for Him.”
The earth shouts praises to God! The skies and unique magnificence of nature declare the glory of God. When we see His creation, we can remember it represents the overabundance of love from the perfect relationship of the Trinity.
“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.” Psalm 19:1
So when you are feeling alone and misunderstood, just know the God of the universe planned every intricate detail and displayed His majesty for all of us to partake in. You my friend, are not alone.
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