My heaping dose of sorrow

My heart is heavy this morning, for so very many reasons. Last night, I dreamed of babies lost and families broken, of mamas with no way of caring for their little ones. What a broken world we live in, friends. I open the paper and read of tragedy after tragedy. I enter the blog world, only to be reminded that today is Orphan Sunday. The very fact that we have to have such a day brings tears to my eyes.    Even as I sit here with my cup of coffee and heaping dose of sorrow, I think it is good sometimes to be reminded. It is good for me to sit in this deep, deep sadness that Jesus must feel every time he glances down this way. It is good to remember that this world is an ugly place, twisted and scarred and beaten down by sin. And yet, God embraced me with His perfect grace by imprinting a familiar chorus in my head, even as I first opened my eyes:
He is alive and we are free. He is alive and we have found our peace, our King has come.***    Today, I mourn with the broken. God has formed me in such a way that I physically hurt when those I love hurt. And although at times it seems like it would be easier if I was able to callously brush off the hurt and pain of others, I know that God created me this way for a reason. So today, as I sit in the ashes of sorrow seemingly burying the ones He loves, I will sing this song from the top of my lungs. He is alive and we are free...Free from the reign of sin. He is alive and we have found our peace...Even in the midst of brokenness, I can rest assured in knowing that this ugly, broken world is not the end. Our king has come...
Our King is here, among us, mourning alongside us...reminding us that today is not the end. The battle may seem to wage on, but He has already claimed His victory.
Our King has come.
***lyrics from "Our King has Come," by Elevation Worship