“When you think you’ve hit the bottom, then the bottom gives way… when you fall into a darkness no words can explain… you don’t know how you’ll make it out alive… Jesus will meet you there.”
The words to this song by Steven Curtis Chapman are the groanings of my heart right now. I fight, claw my way to the light to grasp hope, and still sometimes in the struggle I let my ear be bent that it is hopeless, that the shuddering gape of pain is stronger than the will I have to fight for more. It is rare that I don’t have words to illustrate my soul, but somehow, that’s where I’m finding myself right now; speechless, burning, afloat in a sea that renders me flailing, gasping, waiting for rescue.
We are facing things I never dared to imagine. We get like that, don’t we? Confident in ourselves that certain things will never touch us. Thanks for the dose of reality…
How would our hearts even know what to pray? Mine doesn’t, and people don’t want to hear that. I am in one day at a time mode; focusing on the next thing, and then the next thing. There are promises I am clinging to; I know I won’t be left here in this valley alone. I know He will meet me there, but the waiting is tough.
Please, dear community, pray us through this. We know in our hearts that beauty comes from ashes, but we have a hard fire to battle first.
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