Life goes on

Life goes on. No matter what happens, no matter what walls come crumbling down, no matter how broken our heart feels, no matter what, life goes on. I am willing to say most of you, at some point, have prayed that God would just pause life, give you a break, or begged to crawl in a hole. I feel you. Hurts go deep and our reaction is to run.  
Consider this though. 
Adam and Eve lived in communion with God. God walked among them. They had everything they could ever need and more. And one day, thanks to a sly serpent convincing a weak woman, sin entered the world. In an instant, EVERYTHING changed. The world was turned upside down. The ugly, horrid, vile way of life came to be. The world was perfect. And then it wasn't. I wonder how much the earth wanted to come to a screeching halt. I wonder how the creatures felt. Adam and Eve immediately felt ashamed. Yet, even though the earth would be broken for the rest of its existence, life didn't stop. No pause bottom was pushed. Try as they might Adam and Eve couldn't hide. Life had to go on.
 And then some thousand years later, God sent His Son. He sent Him down to live on earth as a person for 33 years. He walked among us, led a ministry, had family and friends. And then one day, His glory and radical ways became too much and humanity in all its drudgery, sent Him to death. Nailed to the cross. Broken. Humiliated. Innocent, accused, and sentenced. Possessing the ability to free Himself from an excruciating death, yet stayed put. I wonder how much Jesus' human side wanted to hide? How much His human side wanted to pause so the pain would stop? How much His human side wanted to use the God side and be free?
We don't even have the ability to pause or hide or anything like that, yet we wish, pray, hope, beg for this so often.  The world didn't stop them. I bet it wanted to though. I bet the ripple effects of those two cataclysmic events made the universe want to come to a screeching halt.  


But it didn't.


Life goes on. As hard as it is to continue at times, life doesn't stop. And right now, I find comfort in that.  This storm I am in, I have a feeling it isn't over. I have a feeling some things are going to happen that will cause a massive wave to overtake my boat. I have a feeling at times I will feel like a girl, holding onto something floating, while the waves toss me around like a ping pong ball.  But I also think that's just life. And life will go on. At times, my knees may be barely scrapped. At times, I may feel like I'm caught in the middle of a battle, wondering my legs will move again one day because of the wounds.  Somehow, some way, I'll get up. Somehow, some way, we all get up. Somehow, some way, in His own way, God gets us through and one day brings us home. We keep going, moving, living, being. Because life goes on. And I'm okay with that. I'm okay. Life goes on. And so do we.