He Speaks

As christians, we face trials and tribulations every day. It is known by all of us that we should accept anything that life throws at us, and pray our way through. However, sometimes that is more easily said than done...

I have faced trials...I have hurt like I never thought was possible. And every day I wake up, I remind myself to take a deep breath in - and keep pushing forward. This week however, has been very hard. A lot of hurt has resurfaced and tears keep falling...

I worked this weekend, and kept a smile on my face to the children while my heart was crying out for someone to listen. This morning I lost it -- I couldn't hold the tears back anymore... And so I went to a garden that Vanderbilt has for the children...and poured my heart out to God. I know that he says that we are never alone -- but lets face it, we still feel lonely at times. And I prayed and I prayed for God to renew my strength and my faith in Him... Sometimes I so wish that Jesus would come down and just let me cry on His shoulder, or to give Him a hug... But then my heart is reminded of the scripture in John, "...Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." Sometimes we get answers immediately, and at other times we wonder if God heard us at all... This morning, I left the garden, wondering...

And then, on my way home - He spoke...

I heard a song on the radio that I have never heard before, and my heart broke again. But this time, it was a happy hurt...because I was reminded that I am not alone. And that God is real -- even if it doesn't feel like it at times...

The song that played is the one you are listening to right now... The lyrics read:

Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that providence would take a child from his mother while she prays is appalling. Who told us we’d be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We’re asking why this happens to us who have died to live? It’s unfair.

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was when everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow. The wise hands opens slowly to lillys of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was when everything fell we’d be held.

If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was when everything fell we’d be held.

"The promise was when everything fell, we'd be held..."

That's the key...that's what we hold onto that makes us get through the hard times... Praise God that we serve someone who doesn't leave us...and who is ever present to be that shoulder to cry on or that hug -- whenever it is needed...

I believe, my heart will heal...