Driving down the 202 freeway I pondered...
Why when the tears wouldn't stop and sleep wouldn't come
and calm never came could I not feel His love?
Why when my heart was busted open and laying on the floor
couldn't I feel His hand in my life?
When the time came after, a time of darkness and emptiness
of hopelessness and grief did He not care?
And then I realize, He was always there.
He allowed me to experience that debilitating pain
so that someday I can feel complete happiness.
He let me feel lost so I would find my way to Him.
I'm thankful for my love of Christ, my elder brother and my friend.
I know that even if I feel down in the dumps, date-less on friday nights kind self pity thing sometimes, there is always light when I remember Him.
1 comment:
Amen sista
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