A Groan is Enough

It’s been such a dark month, dear reader. With a heavy heart, I write this post. September is supposed to be a sunny time of year, yet so many tragic events have clouded our days. I found out a good friend of mine went home to be with the Lord, my niece received a devastating diagnosis, and a Godly man I admired was assassinated.

The grief brings me to a place of no words. As strange as that sounds (coming from a person who writes novels), I literally don’t know what to say. So many nights I’ve lain in God’s presence, groping for articulation. It reminds me of a scripture that feels so fitting:

“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” Romans 8:26

I’m wrestling with the concept that God is in heaven and I am on earth—my words are to remain incredibly few. Yet, I’m encouraging myself that He knows me better than I know myself. I don’t need to put together some flowery prayer. . . I can just groan. He knows what it means. He’s my author after all.

I’ve switched gears as of late. Perhaps my heart is trying to speak in a way that doesn’t require words. As each event blew upon our family, I saw a change that I didn’t see coming. I started to SEE my emotions. I started to see colors. Geometric shapes came together to form an image I’ve never seen in my life—I started to see a painting.

I finished two and am working on a third. If I ever gather enough courage, I may post them. Until then, take comfort knowing our Lord doesn’t need words. Sometimes a groan is enough.