how long?
how long, Lord?
have you
ever uttered
these words
or some form
of that question?
and does not
the word
why
often follow close behind?
together they are often the
cry of a broken heart feeling
unable to take another step
or even another breath.
the space following such
a cry can feel like the lonliest
place
on
earth.
especially when the lights
of Christmas are twinkling
and songs of Christmas fill
the air.
for in that space of
pain and heartache
celebrating seems
almost impossible.
it can, in fact, feel wrong.
and that is okay.
the One whose birth
we celebrate at Christmas
understands and holds the
heart close to His own.
for the heart knowing Jesus,
victory is promised.
still standing in the end is reality.
He said it.
I believe it.
yet the space
between how long
and still standing
remains.
like a chord
longing to be resolved,
the suspension can leave
one hanging in midair,
so to speak.
the space of
what once was
no longer exists.
that mold is
b
r
o
k
e
n.
the what is to be
is yet to be defined.
you know that you know
that you will be standing
in the end
but
what
about
the now?
in and of myself,
I have no solutions
that would take away
the hurt and uncertainty,
yet this one thing I do know:
for today, aching heart,
hold onto His promises.
He will not leave you.
ever.
He will not forsake you.
ever.
He is for you, not against you.
He loves you and sings over you.
each morning the sun rising is a
reminder that He holds all.
each evening the sun setting
is a reminder that He
reaches down with
heaven's kiss.
"Listen to me, descendants of Jacob,
all you who remain in Israel.
I have cared for you since you were born.
Yes, I carried you before you were born.
I will be your God throughout your lifetime,
until your hair is white with age.
I made you and I will care for you.
I will carry you along and save you."
Isaiah 46:3-4
you. are. not. alone.
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