I try not to share sadness. There is too much in this world all ready.
This is a sad date for my family.
A past tragedy has cluttered my thoughts all day.
Then I saw this.
If you are sad. Hang on!
If you are sick. Hang on!
Reaching out with faith.
Held up by a splinter and a tiny tendril.
My vines are teaching me life lessons again.
We know how to wait. We have all had to practice patience
Over and Over.
We know how it feels to want something here NOW
or gOne NOW.
Waiting isn’t seasonal. It is a constantly repeating cycle of life.
Over and Over
Time takes it’s own time, so we WAIT…
For a beginning, for an ending, for relief, for a cure, a birth, a sonrise, a spring, a king.
As we WAIT we must keep our FAITH in the things that should be
and HOPE in things that could be.
but LOVE is for NOW
during the waiting and wOndering and wOrrying.
while yOu wait
Think of those Os as eggs or seeds.
But they need things NOW!
grOw while yOu wait
lOve while yOu wait
yOu help others grOw nOw
when it is cOld.
yOu be the warmth.
when it is dark
yOu be the light.
grOw lOve nOw
I call myself an uncomfortable Christian. Too many questions and doubts.
Good Friday is hard for me to wrap my head around.
Such extreme good and extreme evil in one place.
I do not deserve this Jesus, but I need him.
What holds my soul fast and safe, when all else fails or falls away?
My strings of flimsy faith?
The hand of a merciful God?
My devoted family?
My loyal friends?
What keeps me whole, when I am cracking and breaking?
Where does all that strength come from?
Something saves me.
I know this to be true.
I have been broken and I have been mended.
What saved me? What held me together? I am not sure.
How could I keep standing by his bed in ICU to put a wet, sponge pop in his mouth?
How did I stop screaming to clean up her blood on the rocks?
How will those church people who were hit with this horrible shock stay sane?
What will hold them up? What will keep them from shattering?
Will it be God?
Will it be the heartfelt prayers of millions of puzzled and sad humans from afar?
Will it be the love and touch of the caring people around them?
Will it be soothing words or holy music?
Will it be some secret inner strength that appears when needed?
Whatever it is.
I hope there is a whole lot of it in Texas.
Mourning Glory FLOWER