i have a dear friend.
beautiful. unpretentious.
pure. and all God's.
a storm blasted her family
last week. the world lay flat.
the sky reached down and slashed
the earth. side to side.
my friend's brother.
tall. chiseled features.
brilliant, in spite of learning
disabilities. senior pastor
of a large church.
from the blast of depression.
in a moment and time when it
seemed so reasonable to him,
he took his life.
storms.
howl and blow around us.
stand fast. hold on.
yes, i believe he's with Jesus.
"He understands our frame;
He knows we are dust."
beautiful. unpretentious.
pure. and all God's.
a storm blasted her family
last week. the world lay flat.
the sky reached down and slashed
the earth. side to side.
my friend's brother.
tall. chiseled features.
brilliant, in spite of learning
disabilities. senior pastor
of a large church.
from the blast of depression.
in a moment and time when it
seemed so reasonable to him,
he took his life.
storms.
howl and blow around us.
stand fast. hold on.
yes, i believe he's with Jesus.
"He understands our frame;
He knows we are dust."
Psalm 103:14
"i'll praise you in this storm.
and i will lift my hands, for You are
who You are. no matter where i am,
every tear i've cried, you hold in your hand.
You never left my side,
and though my heart is torn,
i will praise You in this storm."
"as the thunder rolls,
i barely hear Your whisper through the rain,
i'm with you. and as You mercy falls,
i raise my hands and praise the God who gives
and takes away."
i will lift my eyes unto the hills,
where does my help come?
my help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth.
"i'll praise you in this storm.
and i will lift my hands, for You are
who You are. no matter where i am,
every tear i've cried, you hold in your hand.
You never left my side,
and though my heart is torn,
i will praise You in this storm."
"as the thunder rolls,
i barely hear Your whisper through the rain,
i'm with you. and as You mercy falls,
i raise my hands and praise the God who gives
and takes away."
i will lift my eyes unto the hills,
where does my help come?
my help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1,2
warriors.
we wear the scars.
even if it just keeps raining.
we wear the scars.
even if it just keeps raining.
4 comments:
Ann, I just wanted to say thankyou. I am so excited everytime one of your posts appears on my google reader page. Your writing always touches me, and challenges me.
God bless you.
Karen
ANN, MAY GODS LOVE AND LIGHT CONTINUE TO SHINE THROUGH YOU...I KNOW HE HAS BROUGHT YOU INTO MY LIFE FOR A REASON....YOU INSPIRE OUR LITTLE GROUP AND WE NEED YOU...I NEED YOU...NO BREAKS ANN!!!! PAMELA
Thanks for your post. We lost my nephew this past year in a similar manner and it has been such a heartache to our family. He was such a loving soul giving of himself to everyone else. Your words have really hit my heartstrings. Thank you.
I heard you speak in 80 or 81 at Spring Arbor College and you left an impression on my life. I was just visiting for college days and never attended, but your speach hit who I wanted to be.
storms.
howl and blow around us.
stand fast. hold on.
"A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing" -hymn
bulwak -A bulwark is something that protects against attack, against flood, against outside influence.
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