"Give Me Jesus" by Niki Hays 3/13/19
In bitterness of soul Hannah wept much and prayed to the Lord. —I Samuel 1:10
Each time I read Hannah’s story, I am moved by her desperation. I cringe as I feel her pain and grief, evidenced by her persistent, desperate pleas to the Lord for a child. Maybe because her plight is personal for me, I recognize the season she is experiencing. I see Hannah. I see her longing for answers this world cannot answer. I see her overwhelming desire met with continuing disappointment. I see her anguish as her relentless prayers to God have left her with no voice to voice them. And I see her need for intervention. She was in a lonely place, in a crowded room. She was desperate.
I have been desperate.
I have been at a point where earthly wisdom could not provide the answers I was seeking. The point where no amount of encouragement from others helped soothe my pain. I have been in a dark, lonely place crying out in desperation for intervention.
Maybe you, too, find this place familiar. An unexpected death. A loss. A season of grief. Heartache. A diagnosis. Divorce. A crisis of faith.
If you haven’t experienced pain like Hannah, you will. This side of heaven has no immunity to sorrow and grief. Darkness will find each one of us, as it found Jesus in the desert and on the cross. And there are many lessons to learn in the valleys of life, indeed much deeper spiritual growth occurs there. An intimacy with the Lord is birthed or renewed, one refined by fire of sorts. God, in His infinite wisdom and grace, works through the ashes to draw us closer to Him. So, ultimately we get exactly what we need—more of Him.
Lord, may we all be desperate for more of you, both in seasons of joy and seasons of grief.
GIVE ME JESUS
In the morning, when I rise, in the morning, when I rise,
in the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus. Give me Jesus.
You may have all this world, give me Jesus.
Dark midnight was my cry, dark midnight was my cry,
dark midnight was my cry, give me Jesus.
Oh, when I come to die, oh, when I come to die,
oh, when I come to die, give me Jesus.
--Traditional African-American Spiritual