Love lives there, And filters down For trying moments In silenced sound. When world erupts And plans change. It's Christ alone, That Holy Name.
"God, if you have to take my son, I will let him go." I will never forget the pain in those words. I was heartbroken and angry. How would God do this to us?
How can I share my vulnerability with others, and still, they say I am strong? It is a dynamic that is hard to grasp, especially when my current state of being is weak.
Strength in me.
For all those who know the story well.
For the record, I hate alcohol and I hate drugs.
"You should have eaten a salad instead of cake." Digest that one, then move on.
Another problem is feeling overwhelmed by my own life choices. Choices I made, with consequences that are on me. Overwhelmed wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, can both rise and fall depending on their current state of mind, support, attitude, ability and trust.
I have to admit, I haven’t studied her in a long time. When I stopped and looked, I see new creases in places that were once smooth, and eyes that look a little saggier. (I won’t mention where else things may be saggy, ha!) My hair has begun to frizz in small sections. I even seem shorter!
Everything inside me is being stirred while fired upon, so that all the impurities will rise to the top, so they can be removed. As those temperatures rise, or trials deepen, the more “pollutants or grime” are removed.