....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
comes in many snapshots and in many voices. There is the ring of a
phone in the middle of the night. There is a distraught voice crying out
with disillusionment in some occurrence in their life. There are the
shaky hands trying to accomplish a task that was once second nature.
There is the lonely voice that asks "when can I go home?" And the sad
answer, "not for four weeks at least." There is the sleeping of one you
love that on the surface seems peaceful but disguises the confusion that
lies just beneath. The many pictures of sorrow and the many expressions
it takes, are probably innumerable dependent on the number of
individuals that the earth holds. But this one thing I know, this one
thing I cling to is that God holds every tear and every prayer and every
groaning uttered by a broken heart close to His Being. And in response
He sends the Holy Spirit to be our comfort and guide to take the next
step on that most difficult of journeys; the journey we call sorrow.