not as you’d think
It seems there should be a time when sorrow ends.
When a door can close and an official Time of Death can be stamped.
Mirrors hung with black fabric and all the clocks stopped.
The End.
All announced and definitive.
Relationships don’t end that way though, do they?
All trimmed up and tidy.
Containable and compartmentalized.
I’ve never been witness to such a happening.
Instead it’s a feet-dragging-coming-in-through-the-back-door-I-thought-I-already-grieved-this-new-every-season kind of endless goodbye.
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Angela
Hang in there. The sun is shining bright just around the bend.
David
When the Road Lies Hid from View
When the road lies hid from view, God knows
His perfect plan shall be revealed; We learn
In our blindness, Divine wisdom; He shows
His steadfast love and wondrous grace; We discern
In suff’ring, His faithfulness; He bestows
His blessing, virtue, glorious light; We yearn
In darkness, try to understand why; He chose
This way for us so hard, yet when we turn
In obedient trust, Heaven comes down
To give us a glimpse of home, and we see
Our destination’s nearer than we knew.
Believing we have lost our way, we frown,
Yet find we’ve reached road’s end. How can it be?
God knows, when the road lies hid from view.
1/10/98
Understand completely. Take courage.
Sara
We hate it. God hates it even more.
Because.
His Plan is for relationship to remain
Unbroken. Whole. Complete in Him.
We stumble through the dark of non-relation, of separation
And
We pain, retch, beg
We bargain, argue
We think, attempt fixes
And
Finally
We see Jesus
The Relation Healer
The Whole
The Complete
The Fix
Oh, God.
Our hearts ache. They break.
For Lacey.
For ourselves.
We are such messes.
We hate this sin that makes You
mourn.
We rebel against the original
Rebellion. Of satan. Of Adam.
We choose Relationship.
We choose You.
But, O God.
We can’t relate even when we choose
Relationship.
Jesus, Help us.
And
Come quickly.
Amen.
Nikkie
Oh. Yeah. I hate it, Lacey. HATE IT.