My heart is sad tonight, hurting for dear friends. Hurting for sweet parents and their children, and hurting for the family of those sweet parents that I go to church with….We bear our mutual woes, our mutual burdens share, and often for each other flows the sympathizing tear….
I stayed up to catch up on work I have to do. Things I have to write. But words won’t come. My thoughts at this time refuse to be put down on paper. In a perfect world, it wouldn’t have ended this way. Parents wouldn’t be grieving….grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace. Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face….
I can only sit here, knowing that there is one less baby on this earth, knowing that hearts are breaking tonight, knowing that tears are falling hard and fast….Tear drops fall like rain, rain only falls on cloudy days….
The relief of a burdened heart.
The raw pain of emotions, uncontrolled.
Precious to God.
He has collected every tear in a bottle. He has written them in His book. He has promised to wipe away all our tears. To take away all sorrow. My times are in Thy hand: why should I doubt or fear? My Father’s hand will never cause His child a needless tear…..
Do you know we are praying for you? Begging God to give you comfort? To gather all of you up and hold you tightly in His grip? We are praying God will make Himself known through this trial you now face. Asking Him to bring you safely to the other side. No matter what may be the test, God will take care of you; lean, weary one, upon His breast, God will take care of you…….
I sit here and I wonder why. I know I don’t need to know the mysteries of God’s providence. I only need to trust Him. He calls us to have faith. He calls us to trust in Him, and in Him alone. He will bring us to the end of ourselves, and make us to depend on Him for His grace. But it isn’t any easier for having said it. It’s hard. It hurts. And that is okay. Whate’er my God ordains is right: though now this cup, in drinking, may bitter seem to my faint heart, I take it, all unshrinking……
Life is short. We realized that today. Some have years, some have months, some only have a few days. It is all in God’s perfect timing and plan, hard though it may seem. Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share, but our toil He doth richly repay; not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross, but is blessed if we trust and obey…..
May you one day look back upon this time and see the character He was building in you, my friend. May He bless you, keep you, and give you a peace that passes all understanding.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright, God leads His dear children along; Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night, God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood, Some through the fire, but all through the blood; Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song, In the night season and all the day long.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.