There is no safe way up the stairs and through the hallway with out a navigation system.
I begin to ooze all over. It is not pretty.
She says it on the ball field.
Your presence at the throne of grace is persistent as you intercede for that child.
Because he is not coming home.
And the world is turning. Spinning round and round and he’s not here.
I let him pour his spirit into my aching soul.
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
The drums lie silent in the corner and sometimes it’s too much.
My farm boy walks into the room and wraps me in a bear hug.
He rubs my back.
Wrestling with the weight of the world.
He too, stepping one moment at a time into grace.
That’s what it comes down to. We turn the heartache over to Him.
We breathe in deep the joy of the day.
We plant our feet on the solid rock.
This journey is not easy.
We will rest in you Jesus.
My hope is in you.
So find rest today my friends. Find the hope that awaits you.
Fill your cup to the brim.
When the mountains are falling
When the waters are rising
I shall be safe in you.