Bury Your Head
You may have heard people say that we bury our heads in the sand. This means we choose not to look around us, to look the other way, and this is usually said when someone thinks we refuse to pay attention to what is in front of us. This is not the kind of burying the head I want to share with you today. What I want to share with you is Jesus. When difficult times come, He is who we can bury our heads into. He stands before us waiting to embrace us, to comfort us, to show us that we are safe in Him.
I have had days when my heart is breaking and I cry out for relief of the pain that holds me prisoner. As the pressure in my head builds, and the tears stream down my cheeks, the headache from crying sets in and I wish I could just fall asleep. Fall asleep so I can wake up feeling refreshed. Yet, sleeping is not my rest from sadness. Falling asleep can’t heal the pain in my heart, it can only give me a break from it for the time being. When I wake up sadness and despair are still there.
Mary and Martha knew what this was like. When their brother Lazarus died they wept. I don’t know how long they cried for, but it took Jesus a few days before he arrived and Mary was still crying. When Hannah sought our Lord for a child, she wept. She cried so hard and prayed with anguish. She wanted a child so much, a child to hold in her arms and raise for God. She cried so much that the priest thought she was intoxicated.
Even Jesus cried. Not only when Lazarus died, but in the garden. He cried so hard that his head produced sweat drops of blood. The capillaries burst from the intense pressure from his weeping and praying. At that moment he was praying for all man kind and facing his future on the cross. My human mind can’t comprehend what that must have been like.
After a season of crying, I know what the headache feels like afterward. I know that although the pressure in my heart has eased a bit, it’s not gone completely. The pressure begins to increase again and again, until I decide to bury my head, bury my head into Jesus. Too many times I have gone to friends for that comforting. I’m not saying friends shouldn’t comfort one another, but a good friend will direct us right into Jesus’ chest. Go there together.
Jesus is there waiting for us to bury our heads in Him. He wants to wrap his loving arms around us and embrace us in our grief. We need to bury our heads into his bosom and rest in Him. He knows our sadness and He alone is our comforter.
Matthew 5:4, “Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.”
Sisterlisa is the owner and Editor-in-Chief of Growing in Grace Magazine and owner of AGMinistries, a devotion blog for women. She is married and homeschools her four children while remaining active in serving the Lord in her community.
