They’re building at the accident site.
Someone has put a Quilt Show sign right in front of the pole.
I am sure they have no idea that the heart of a
17 year old ceased to beat in that space.
That the ground holds his blood.
But the sacredness of that space is temporal.
His spirit was gathered in a cloud and whisked to the holy of holy’s.
Reigning now with the King of all Kings.
A life time is being lived while part of me still remains; there.
She looks me in the eyes.
This wise teenager.
So different from the others.
Sensitive.
Stylish.
Hard working.
She leans over and says listen to the words of this song.
She turns up the volume and walks into school.
“You can’t add a single day by worrying”
“You may feel alone
But you’re not on your own
But you’re not on your own
If He can hold the world He can hold this moment”
How did she know?
How did she know I carried the weight of the world?
The missing digging deep, my aching heart.
How did she know I carried the weight of the world?
The missing digging deep, my aching heart.
My farmer and youngest farm boy in Haiti.
Longing for my son.
For the way it was.
For the way I was.
The carefree.
Longing for my son.
For the way it was.
For the way I was.
The carefree.
And I listen to the words.
“If he can hold the world, he can hold the moment.”
I let myself think about him.
I try to remember his laugh.
I try to remember his laugh.
So much I push aside because it’s too painful.
Each day I pass that pole.
A reminder.
A memory I can’t escape.
I lean into the truth.
The sacred came down to earth.
The holy; divine.
With out stretched arms, Jesus gathered Elijah.
A reminder.
A memory I can’t escape.
I lean into the truth.
The sacred came down to earth.
The holy; divine.
With out stretched arms, Jesus gathered Elijah.
He took Elijah to dwell with Him.
While I am left here.
This was not an accident outside of the hand of God.
He was aware.
He is in control.
This paradox is hard to grasp.
While I am left here.
This was not an accident outside of the hand of God.
He was aware.
He is in control.
This paradox is hard to grasp.
It is hard to understand.
It is 39 months since my oldest boy walked the land of his fathers.
It is 39 months since my oldest boy walked the land of his fathers.
I still travel a path I do not like or understand.
I wrestle deep in my soul day after day about truth.
No matter how hard I try.
I will never understand, this side of eternity, why this is my path.
I return time and time again to the Ancient Word.
Stepping in to the Hope given for all.
The hope that turns mourning into joy.
Psalm 30:11
You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
I will still pass the pole multiple times a day.
I try to turn the drive into a covering of prayer.
Praying for protection for those that drive that path.
Asking God to help me not recoil each time I pass that way.
Praying for protection for those that drive that path.
Asking God to help me not recoil each time I pass that way.
The words to the song continue.
“When you let it go
You’ll find that He’s enough
Oh you never leave His love”
You’ll find that He’s enough
Oh you never leave His love”
God is enough.
He’ll carry us through.
We’ll seek joy with purpose.
He’ll carry us through.
We’ll seek joy with purpose.
Jason Gray
Sparrows
Last night I was upset about the where and why of my path. My daily had me read Ps32::8 and I realized I wasn’t alone and wouldn’t be left to figure it out by myself. ♡ U. Prayers for all.
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IJWTS wow! Why can’t I think of things like that?