After much guttural mourning, days and days and nights and nights, I believe I feel a lifting.
It is always a wonder to say too quickly how I might feel, in case it changes again on me.
I do not doubt there will be many days where I will plunge into the darkness of grief, the only Light my Lord, twinkling against the dank walls of sorrow.
For now, I am content to say that I feel His presence around me, softening and warming my hard, cold sadness. I can see Purpose, Plan and Path ahead now, though they are dimly lit.
The Night that is Mourning, is beginning to see the Dawn.
In my prayers I feel a greater ache for those who have lost loves and have no hope of their reunions, I intercede on behalf of those mothers out there who are drowning completely without any Saviour in sight. Lord, that I may be used as a vessel to deliver that salvation.
I would like to share this poem with you:
The hill was steep, but cheered along the way
By conversation sweet, climbing with the thought
That it might be so till the height was reached;
But suddenly a narrow winding path
Appeared, and then the Master said, "My child,
Here you will walk safest with Me alone."
I trembled, yet my heart's deep trust replied,
"So be it, Lord." He took my feeble hand
In His, accepting thus my will to yield Him
All, and to find all in Him,
One long, dark moment,
And no friend I saw, save Jesus only.
But oh! so tenderly He led me on
And up, and spoke to me such words of cheer,
Such secret whisperings of His wondrous love,
that soon I told Him all my grief and fear,
And leaned on His strong arm confidingly.
And then I found my footsteps quickened,
And light unspeakable, the rugged way
Illumined, such light as only can be seen
In close companionship with God.
A little while, and we will meet again
The loved and lost; but in the rapturous joy
Of greetings, such as here we cannot know,
And happy song, and heavenly embraces,
And tender recollections rushing back
Of life now passed, I think one memory
More dear and sacred than the rest, will rise,
And we who gather in the golden streets,
will oft be stirred to speak with grateful love
Of that dark day Jesus called us to climb
Some narrow steep, leaning on Him alone.
It is always a wonder to say too quickly how I might feel, in case it changes again on me.
I do not doubt there will be many days where I will plunge into the darkness of grief, the only Light my Lord, twinkling against the dank walls of sorrow.
For now, I am content to say that I feel His presence around me, softening and warming my hard, cold sadness. I can see Purpose, Plan and Path ahead now, though they are dimly lit.
The Night that is Mourning, is beginning to see the Dawn.
In my prayers I feel a greater ache for those who have lost loves and have no hope of their reunions, I intercede on behalf of those mothers out there who are drowning completely without any Saviour in sight. Lord, that I may be used as a vessel to deliver that salvation.
I would like to share this poem with you:
The hill was steep, but cheered along the way
By conversation sweet, climbing with the thought
That it might be so till the height was reached;
But suddenly a narrow winding path
Appeared, and then the Master said, "My child,
Here you will walk safest with Me alone."
I trembled, yet my heart's deep trust replied,
"So be it, Lord." He took my feeble hand
In His, accepting thus my will to yield Him
All, and to find all in Him,
One long, dark moment,
And no friend I saw, save Jesus only.
But oh! so tenderly He led me on
And up, and spoke to me such words of cheer,
Such secret whisperings of His wondrous love,
that soon I told Him all my grief and fear,
And leaned on His strong arm confidingly.
And then I found my footsteps quickened,
And light unspeakable, the rugged way
Illumined, such light as only can be seen
In close companionship with God.
A little while, and we will meet again
The loved and lost; but in the rapturous joy
Of greetings, such as here we cannot know,
And happy song, and heavenly embraces,
And tender recollections rushing back
Of life now passed, I think one memory
More dear and sacred than the rest, will rise,
And we who gather in the golden streets,
will oft be stirred to speak with grateful love
Of that dark day Jesus called us to climb
Some narrow steep, leaning on Him alone.
5 comments:
Lesley, it is so wonderful to hear that you are finding even the smallest of relief! Praise God!
So beautifully written, Lesley. God has used your life to minister to others in ways that might not even be known this side of Heaven. Continuing to lift your family in prayer as you walk this road that is undoubtedly difficult.
"A bruised reed He will not break,
And smoking flax He will not quench,"
Matt. 12:20
Dear Lesley, May our Good God continue to hold you close and protect your heart, even at the edge of the precipice. He won't let you fall.
Thank you for posting. It reminds me to pray for you.
Dear Lesley
I am thankful that God is carrying you. What an amazing strength you have to be interceding on behalf of others! I will pray that you will continue to live under the umbrella of God's protection and care. You are an amazing and strong woman. God will continue to use you in ways you may never know this side of eternity!
God Bless!
-Leah
It is hard to beleive it has been alomst a year. You and Matt (and the kids) will be in my thoughts and prayers in the coming days (more than usual that is).
God's peace
Billie
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