Humble yourself before the Lord and He will meet you there every time.
Having just whacked my shoulder with the handle of a rake, the pain seared deeply from my flesh to my soul. It is now bruised.
So cried, I did: weeping that lasted a long time. So much sorrow in my broken heart of late.
How can I go on with so many hours spent lying in bed? Seizing the last grips of life until my breathing starts again? Plans reduced then cancelled to much, much less?
The window to the neighbors’ bedroom was not far away out there in the darkness of night and my own beloved worked 2 rooms away beyond the double-paned windows
Oh how long must this sad song go on: the one that mixes grief from the death of loved ones with the pain of suffering so?
My Lord, you bestow so much goodness yet this night my heart aches for the dearth in my broken frame.
Just let it all out Gentle Julie. Your heart needs a good cleansing at the foot of my cross. For I hung there for all your sorrows with my blood dripping for your tears.
There will come a day when I will restore all that has gone before you.
There’s a period at the end of that sentence beloved one and this one too.
My love shall forever surround you, my spirit dwell within you, my angels minister for your care.
Keep seeking my face and you will find me there with you every time. I love you more than you can ever know. Just try to keep seeking and I will lead you home.
And so I shall. Oh how I long to go home! Yet weakly I shall go on . . . JJ