Last week was one of the most difficult weeks of my life.
It began with me grieving the mess that a broken water line made in our home. I was so incredibly sad. That took me a bit by surprise, but surprising or not, I was crushed that a summer's worth of hard work was ruined in hours.
My grief was quickly deepened from one simple text from a friend. It read, "on our way to hospital..."
I have spent the week trying to get a grasp on how life can completely change in a matter of minutes.
I have cried, raged, prayed, wrestled. . .
While I rejoice in the prayers I have seen answered, I struggle with the ones that we are waiting on.
I have been really angry at times this week. There is too much sad. There is too much stress. There is too much loss. It is not fair. (Yes, I do know how immature those words are. Yet - they are also true.)
From the beginning, God has been playing this song in my mind - over, and over, and over.
I wanted to tune it out. I tried to block it out, because I was too mad to want to listen.
I'm still mad. I'm still sad. I still do not understand.
But, I am trying to listen. I am trying to trust. I am trying to allow Him to comfort me.
I know many of you have had the same week. Many of us are trying to hold on together.
Maybe this song will soothe your souls a bit as well.
I look forward to the day when it all makes sense.
Until then, I choose to hold on to His promises.
And I am relying on Him for healing and hope.
