I want to be numb.
I don’t want to feel the pain.
It sears and burns.
The focus of my thoughts in need of a shift.
My downward glance forced to move.
By His hands.
Ah, since I have gazed into those baby blues.
How I long to hear his voice.
My mama’s heart torn forever.
Yet there is a promise.
Before the foundation of time.
This is not our home.
We are strangers passing through.
Jesus said, “Let not your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.”
God is actively preparing a place for us.
Better than we can ever imagine.
Our focus and our hope remains there.
Our work here to continue to share God’s message.
To spread his love.
To share and live in truth.
To give hope to the weary travelers.
As Spring begins, new buds begin to show.
The old is cast off.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
I am waiting to see what God will do.
I am open to his leading.
I want to know how he will take this broken hearted mama and use this pain for his glory.
But I need to be open and ready.
If I am stuck in the grief and glorifying the pain, I won’t have eyes to see.
This is my work.
May the work you need to do in your soul be wrapped in the glory of the Holy One.
May He guide each of your steps as you hold tightly to the promises given.
. . .Never let go
never leave my side.
I Am holding on to you.
I Am holding on to you
In the middle of the storm
I am holding on