I promised to be real and transparent.
Real is that its hard. Why does God's faith building trials have to be so hard. I guess that means I don't learn very easy. I know he is my source . . . Its just a painful lesson right now. I always prayed that I would know what his will is beyond a shadow of a doubt. I wanted the neon sign. Be careful what you pray for. Right now, I know he is telling me and showing me that I need to depend on only him. But depending is hard. Sometimes I can't help but feel that God has taken so much from me.
. . .For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more. Luke 12:48
I grieve for our family the way it was, I miss my little boy, and his sweet smile and laugh. I miss a comfortable bed, I long for a life without tubes, pumps and monitors. I want my boys to be together. I have a wonderful husband but sometimes I just want him with me so bad. Yet I am here in this hospital room. Sometimes I don't want to be strong anymore. I know I am blessed, but my heart still aches.
So here is the answer:
He knows my name, he knows your name. This is not just a song, but the promise we have in the Lord. He is our comforter. Here are the Lyrics . . . .
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/tommy_walker/he_knows_my_name.html ]
I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CC8puwexBBo
[ Praise to the God of All Comfort ] Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort.
2 Corinthians 1:3
You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle--are they not in Your book? Then shall my enemies turn back in the day that I cry out; this I know, for God is for me.
Psalm 56:8-9
He will turn our sorrow into great joy. . . In 1 Peter it says how there will be trials for a little while but then great joy. I cling to the hope I have in the Lord, that the day of joy will come. Where we end, Christ begins.
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