I was driving to my aunt and uncle's today just thinking about hurt that close friends of mine are dealing with and also about my own hurt and pain that comes from knowing how broken I truly am and how I do exactly what I don't want to do. I can understand what Paul meant when he talked about this very thing, and I think there is a lot of grief that comes from really looking at myself and seeing all the shit and choices that I make every day that lead to more loneliness and sadness. So as most of you wont be surprised I cried. I cried with alone and ultimately with the Lord, because only He could hear me.
And along the way I remembered that I was being prayed for at that very moment. That there were multitudes of people that I knew and didn't know who were in heaven praying for me and that was true peace. I was never alone, and the saints pray with me and they pray for me. And some of them may have experienced exactly what I am going through and exactly what the people around me are going through, and they KNOW. They Know what we need and the Lord knows what we need. Tears of sorrow became tears of hope.
Just recently, my dear sister Emily shared a poem with me that she had written about me and for me, and it meant so much to me that I wanted to share it with all of you. I hope you get something out of it as I have. The poem is based on Ezekiel 11:19-20.
A struggle of the flesh-left in darkness
breeds a heart of stone
Aslan's breath, light, the stone is softened
God begins to restore
a heart of flesh
His promise is coming true in you
Yes you are his. Yes, He is your God.
REMEMBER! You are always His and that the saints pray for and with you.
