Brokenness: Throwing Suffering Aside

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Brokenness: Throwing Suffering Aside By Jeny Aquino

“Why, God, Why?”

Looking back on some of the darker times in my life, I remember asking God “why” in regards towards many situations that just didn’t go the way I wanted them to. From a failing grade, to a fender bender on the road, or even when my mom was sick with cancer.

Regardless of how small or significant a bad situation is in our lives, we usually question why we tend to suffer the way that we do. And we doubt God.

And yet no matter how many times we question Him and His plan for us, God continues to love us in the magnificent and utmost unfathomable way in which He does.

In the Bible, we witness the brokenness of many people. One story tells of a particular tale in which Jesus heals a broken woman.

This woman had suffered from an affliction within her life. She suffered from ongoing hemorrhaging that had plagued her for twelve years. She had turned to the aid of many doctors and spent all she had and not only was her affliction left unhealed, but worse. When she heard of who Jesus was, she did not hesitate to find him. In desperation, she seeks him out and within a crowd manages to touch his cloak. She believed in the power of Christ so deeply that she was convinced that if she could just touch him she would be healed of her affliction. This proved to be true. Through the power of Jesus Christ, she was immediately healed. Jesus, in his recognition that power had left him, turns to question who it was that touched his clothing. The woman then came forth, falling at the feet of Jesus, and confessed that it was her. In response to her confession, Jesus calls her “daughter” and tells her that because of her faith she was healed and to go in peace and be freed of her affliction.

While the woman was broken for many years, the importance of her story does not lie in the depth of her affliction, but in her freedom from it, through her faith in Jesus. By accepting and believing in the power of God, she was released from her suffering.

More than often, we can find ourselves in the same scenario as the bleeding woman. Because how often do we carry our burdens and our afflictions with us until we are tired of fighting and spend all that we have: physically, emotionally and spiritually? How often do we turn to the ways of this world to comfort and heal us, only to find ourselves in even worse condition than when we began?

The story of the bleeding woman can be an example for all us. A lesson that explains that sometimes suffering may affect us, and we may never be able to full explain why it happens to us or why it even exists at all. And that is because the “why” doesn’t matter in the end.

The only thing that matters is whether we dwell on our suffering or if we glorify God beyond it.

Let’s face it. This world will always have the “bad”. It will always have its flaws, just as we do. And until we reach our heavenly Father in Paradise, we will always live with the risk of suffering. But while suffering may make us broken people, God still wants us. And we can choose to either suffer WITH or WITHOUT Him. And I don’t know about you, but I want to choose to be with Him.

Looking at my life today, I know that I still have a long way to go but I am grateful to say that I have a much greater faith and trust in God and His plan for me. I know that just because I may suffer doesn’t mean that God has abandoned me. I know that while I may still endure some pain in my life, I can make it through if I allow Jesus to heal the sin and brokenness I carry.

No matter what the circumstances are or how long you are afflicted, God will never let suffering be the end of your story. Like the bleeding woman, we are called to rely on Christ. We are called to believe in Him and fall at His feet. We are to offer everything that we have, even the suffering and the brokenness.

Because it is only through the power and the love of our Lord, Jesus Christ, that we are made whole.

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