The mess of frustration, anger, sadness and angst which comes unexpectedly after a day just fine. When it hits and you can't find an escape. The overwhelming emotion that cannot be contained so you run and walk and run some more to work it out lest it explodes later on some unsuspecting child who just wants a glass of milk or to stay up just five more minutes. The whys and fears and sorrows that overwhelm as when wrestling with the God of the universe. The God of love and life and comfort. But why God? Lord, I believe; help my unbelief. Choosing to bless His name in the midst of the taking away.
The sweet salve of God's Word through music, that soothes and yet challenges.
The continued stretching as we finish just one more math problem and one last spelling word, praying for patience and wisdom and the strength of saints to make it just one more hour.
The beauty and angst of children picking out our beloved's shirts to make memory bears... to see their joy in the memory and the sorrow in the loss. The burying of small faces into the softnesss of shirts that hold the last resemblances of the hugs they once had, desperately searching for one last wift of the daddy that held them against his strength and warmth.
Oh the sorrow of the day that seems so inescapable. Lord hold me.
Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. ... Who have I in heaven by you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire beside you. My flesh and my heart may fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever... but for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord God my refuge. Psalm 73:23-28
Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30
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