John 11 tells the following story: "Now a man named Lazarus was sick. He was from Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. This Mary, whose brother Lazarus now lay sick, was the same one who poured perfume on the Lord and wiped his feet with her hair. So the sisters sent word to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick." When he heard this, Jesus said, "This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God's glory so that God's Son may be glorified through it." Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. Yet when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days."
Jesus loved them...so He didn't come to them.
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Sometimes, because Jesus loves us, He doesn't come. He holds back. He waits, on purpose, knowing His waiting may mean a death.
Sometimes death is good. Sometimes death is needed, that there may be life...new life. Greater life.
So Jesus doesn't always come. He allows for pain, even death, knowing that even this will not be the end for us. There will be life after this, and His coming too soon will eliminate the opportunity to know Him more and become more like Him.
God, grace me with the courage to trust You, even in death; to trust You when You come running to my rescue...and when You don't. Thank You for loving me enough to wait...
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