Thy Will Be Done

Last night was hard. And painful. As I drove away from the house to pick up my son, I flipped the radio on and immediately scanned away from the Christian radio station. Sappy, 7-11 Jesus music was the last thing I wanted to hear. I needed something hard and loud — something to give voice to my anger and frustration. … But I found nothing.

I scanned through the whole FM range before running back into the Christian station. And that is where God was faithful. Beautiful orchestral music stopped me cold as it washed over me, and the words to a song I’d never heard, “Thy Will be Done,” wrapped themselves like lyrical bandages around my heart.

Did you get all that, or are you still stunned that the chaplain has bad days? (Ha! Yes, of course I do.) God never promised happy days and smooth sailing all the time. Storms come regardless, but they often come with His loving kindness as part of the plan to make us into what we need to be.

Why do Christians think life should be easier after we surrender our lives to Christ? We’re surrendering our lives to the Man Who had “nowhere to lay his head,” (Matthew 8:20). We’re surrendering to the One Who left all His comforts and privileges to go through inexplicable pain and the most brutal death imaginable. Why … why would our lives be easier?

The job of the nail is to hold the boards together in order to make a sound structure. But how does the nail feel while it’s being pounded into the wood? For that matter, how does the wood feel? And yet, this momentary pain is necessary to make the house.

Would the wood and nail run away if they could? Or, if they knew why the pain came, would they stay and endure it? That’s where everything changes. If God says that “for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose,” (Romans 8:28), then whatever comes your way is there for your good.

Pain for a reason.

And if we can see it as such, then we can say through the tears — as Jesus did — “Thy will be done.”