Yet…

Such a small word that carries with it such power. “Yet” makes the statement that “it’s not over”. Something else is coming…and this something is even greater. This may happen, and that may be true, and these things might be real for now, YET… And what often follows the “yet” is what is more permanent than the facts stated before the “yet”. And for the believer in Christ, there is something that is just so powerful in all the “yet” statements that we see in the Bible.

For instance:

“Though He slay me, yet will I hope in Him.” Job 13:15. Somehow the hope in Him is even greater than being slain by Him.

“I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end He will stand on the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.” Job 19:25-26. Somehow the fact of seeing God will be even greater than the pain of the skin being destroyed.

“I remember my afflictions and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.” Lamentations 3:20-22 Somehow the hope that comes from remembering the truth of the Lord becomes even greater than the pain of a soul that is afflicted and downcast.

“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.” Habakkuk 3:17-18 In other words…Though everything sucks right now, I will rejoice in God. Somehow the joy of the Lord is even greater than the fact that nothing seems to be going good.

It is almost paradoxical, but there is something that is so true about the hope that God gives us even in the midst of the worst of the worst situations. I cannot explain it, but I am thankful for it.

So, as you all know, my heart is grieving and hurting like crazy. I still cry every day as I miss my little Susana and think about her all throughout the day. My pain has not lessened, yet I have a hope in God that keeps my heart anchored. I cannot explain it, but it is true, and I am thankful for it. I don’t know what I would do without the hope of a redeeming God. I mean, with the hope that is the foundation of my soul, I know that even in my greatest pain that I have ever known, there is a “yet” that comes after. My heart is broken into a million pieces, yet my God will one day make my heart whole when I see Him face to face and am reunited with my little Susana. I miss my little girl more than anything, yet a day is promised to come when I shall see her again and live with her forever in the presence of my God and King. I hate death more than I have ever hated anything, yet the day is drawing near when death shall never again separate me from those I love so much. I feel like I have lost my little girl and her life has been stolen from us, yet we have a God who loves us so much and has promised to restore the lost years that the locust swarms have devoured.

And so, though my pain is still greater than ever, I am thankful for the “yet”. I am thankful for the promises of permanence that are greater than even my deepest darkest hours. Without the “yet”, I would be hopeless, “Yet this will I call to mind, and therefore will I hope, because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness! (Lam. 3:21-23)

I am so thankful for the permanent promises of God that triumph even what seems to be the most raw pain ever. And I am so thankful that I will one day see my little girl again and be with her forever. It’s a promise. It’s just a matter of time…just not yet. – Cody

2 thoughts on “Yet…

  1. amen.the separation that you are facing and how terribly you miss susana each day is agonizing…but soon you shall waken as tho from a dream. years ago, bj thomas recorded a song written by chistian musician pat terry called “home where i belong” and it talks about feeling the longing to be there… and there’s a line in the last verse that says “:one day when i’m sleeping and death knocks at my door, i’ll awake and find that i’m not homesick anymore…i’ll be home…where i belong”. the heartbreak of having lost susana must be agonizng..yet we have the blessed hope that the day is coming soon when we shall no longer carry those heartaches and those burdens any longer. whether He calls us home with a shout and we are caught up with Him in the air or we slip from these bodies at the end of our appointe days… we will be with Him… and certainly Susana will be there at the front, cheering you on as you arrive. every year here in boston they hold an annual marathon and thousands upon thousands of people line the streets that the runners will run…and thousands more gather at the finish line. the runners turn one last corner and as they come upon that finish line they see at last the prize before them, and the thousands of voices are cheering them… and on that day my brother, when you are running those last few yards i believe that susana will be there at the front, cheering you on wildly, triumphing with you as you cross that line and receive the laurel wreath of the victor – the crown of eternal life.
    love you all and am keeping you in my prayers.

    mike

  2. Cody, I love that you are so open and real with your readers, and those around you! I’m grateful for your honesty, and I’m ashamed that some have told you to move on, in so many words. What kind of fathers would we be, if we did not love our children just as much in death, as we do in life?! I know that Susana will always be a part of you, and from that you do not “move on”. I am SO thankful to hear that you have not moved on, but that you press on! God bless you, and keep you, until that BEAUTIFUL day when I see you reunited with your princess in Heaven!

    Love you guys!!!
    Lance

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