God, the one, who does not see our lives as pieces, but instead the larger picture that we cannot even fathom.
Chapel ended with the simple prayer "God please Hold us" and I swallowed hard, because the thought was too overpowering to even think.
He is holding us and not even for one moment does God ever stop holding us up. Honestly in our self centered desire to be in control we just sometimes neglect to acknowledge His power.
He is always there.
Listening to these words tonight and praying for some dear friends of mine as they prepare to bring into the world a baby that will need a coffin instead of a cradle.
Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred NUMB our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
---Natalie Grant
God is always, always holding us.
And those pieces of pain? God is holding them in His sovereign hand and not for one instant is God thrown for a loop.
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The fact that He is holding us encourages us to return our love to Him in thankfulness.
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