“But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more.” Psalm 71:14
Sometimes…
I feel like words aren’t enough.
My tears seem as if they just pour and fill an ocean.
And then I sit there and wonder if the waves will ever die down.
God, I know you’re there, You’ve never left.
You wrap us in your arms. Letting us eventually leave our pain by the shore.
But that doesn’t mean its easy.
Our hearts weren’t made to feel this way.
With these eternal souls inside us, and this dying flesh outside,
The tug of war rages within us.
…and the oceans rise.
Life doesn’t always turn out how we expected.
You lose someone, fall on your face, sit there and wonder why.
But it’s reality isn’t it?
–The pain of calling a fallen world home.
And yet…. even in these moments, there’s hope.
Not the kind that hopes for (because we’re often disappointed if this is the case),
But the kind that hopes in.
Hope that maybe the ocean is so big not because of my tears
but because the plan is so much bigger than I could have expected.
Hope that God knows exactly how to comfort our hearts.
Hope that this isn’t the end.
Hope in the future, because He’s there.
I don’t know how it happens
But I’ve felt it, breathed it.
And in darkest of nights of pain searing loss,
…unexpected joy can slowly wash ashore.
And the ocean becomes a sight of beauty once again.
I can’t wait to see you Reid.
I’m so grateful this isn’t the end.
You will always be part of our family.
“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love…” Zephaniah 3:17
(creds to my devo Holley Gerth for helping me write this)
