When Disappointment is Devastating

My heart aches with disappointment. Disappointment of an ideal I’ve maintained for a number of years being shattered. I had no right, to maintain such an ideal, and yet I did. I held onto it, tightly. And for a moment, it held me. 

Disappointment, discouragement, and defeat come creeping in. At times, they crash in like waves, taking me with them, lower and lower. My mind goes, and my heart sinks.

When I look up, I’m in deep… wandering for a way out, longing to be seen and delivered from the depths. If I look just long enough, keep my eyes up just for a moment more, I see an out stretched hand, offering to pull me up. I take hold and am slowly lifted out, and then in, to a close embrace, full of love and grace. 

Though man may fail me, and at times I fail myself… the one person to never fail holds me close. 

My God is always faithful, full of grace and truth. Truth of his love for me, his goodness, and mercy. He is always good. He is always kind and faithful. He never oversteps but gently and respectfully holds the door to my heart, offering a way out of the ache… and a way in, to love. 

His love is patient and kind; he never envies and does not boast. He never demands his own way and keeps no record of my wrong. He bears all things in truth and love. 

Because His love is patient and kind… I am His and He is mine.