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For Your Glory and Your Fame

Have you ever asked “Why is this happening to me?”  For most of us that question in one form or another has been on our lips at at least one point in our lives. Suffering comes in all colors and sizes and in varying degrees and it leaves us filled with questions.

To be able to see a purpose in suffering is like a light at the end of the tunnel. It is a gift. For if there is no purpose in it, we can be left empty and alone.  But to know that we are a part of a divine plan laid out in heaven brings a ray of hope.

Sometimes the purpose in our suffering is for our own growth. Psalm 119:67 “Before I was afflicted  I went astray, but now I obey your word.”  The purpose is all about me, my need for growth and the opportunity to respond to God’s call.

At other times, the purpose is not about me, but for others. Psalm 119:74 “May those who fear You rejoice when they see me, for I have put my hope in your word.”  My obedience, faith and trust in my Father through suffering and trials can be an encouragement to other believers. It can inspire them to keep on keeping on in the faith. 

This song states it beautifully:

            It’s all about You, Jesus
            And all this is for You,
            For Your glory and Your fame.
            It’s not about me,
            As if You should do things my way,
            You alone are God,
            And I surrender to Your ways.

Suffering and trials are so much lighter when we keep our eyes on the goal. The goal of His glory and His fame, instead of my comfort level.  Realizing a deeper purpose allows me to surrender to His ways and that’s where I find comfort in the midst of pain.

I'd love to hear from you! What trials has God taken you through or is taking you through now and what helped you to see the purpose in it?

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  1. I always love reading your encouragement and the insight and your heart. I kept thinking about Jerm. 29:11 and knowing that His plans are set and secure for us. I pray that you see and live in that light. I love you very much.

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