seasons of sorrow
seasons of doubt
seasons of tears
every heart ever beating
has known such seasons
sometimes the season
is wrapped in silence
so loud the heart cannot hear
its own beating
pressing hard with the unknown
for is there anything worse than
not knowing?
is there anything harder than waiting?
and the doubts creep in
(or perhaps stampede)
for at times what was sure
seems now to be not so sure
and what if the prayer prayed
fervently by the pray-er
seems to hit the ceiling?
what if the heart can
only cry
"where are You, Abba?"
in this very moment
in this sacred silence
He whispers:
"oh beautiful soul...
do not be afraid
do not be discouraged
for
long before your first breath
the story of your life was set in motion
every moment of every day known by Me
even the detours you took
even the choices you regret
were known by Me since before
time began
the storms raging are
woven with tenderness into
the very fabric of your life story
the times of silence
deafening are part
of the design I
created for you
for storms drive you into My arms
and silence heightens your
awareness of My voice
and if not for storms and silence
the tendency so natural to
lean on your own strength
would surely overcome
never do you struggle alone
never do you weep in solitude
for I am with you
I am for you
I AM.
so be at rest
beautiful soul
for all is well"
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