Lord,

I come to you—

broken and inadequate,

wondering what you see in me.

Some days are like this,

when the clouds hang low

over my heart

and you seem hidden

somewhere behind them.

It’s part of the veil, perhaps,

that we must endure

until we see heaven.

I don’t like it.

This morning

I long to see your face

to hear your voice,

to have your arms around me,

to know your love fully.

This world is breaking my heart—

all the pain, the hurt, the suffering.

I didn’t know that it would

be so hard to hear those stories.

Tears slide down my face now

as I cry for them,

these daughters of yours,

so broken and so blessed.

I am one as well.

Imperfect and immeasurably loved.

Fallen and fearfully, gloriously made.

Weak and wonderful.

Today I’m tired of the in-between—

the place separating now and forever,

the space between broken and whole.

Today my heart is a little girl,

just watching out the window,

waiting for you, Father,

to come get us all.

Comments

[Laura M.]

Amen. Somedays are that way, and I just think, "how long, Lord?"
Thankfully, God has an endless supply of grace for each day. :)
Thanks for the post and for being a blessing.

[Sylvie]

Hi Holley:

I just wanted to say, that I always get some little things from DaySprings Greetings, but this is the most important one I have gotten so far. Having that link and you sharing about this little boy Matthew Russell is awesome. What a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing with us the way you do. I am keeping your page on my Favorites... YOU are inspiring!

Keep it up, God is using you in a powerful way...

[Elizabeth Lee Card]

Dear Mr.& Mrs. Russell,

You will miss your little boy until the day you join him in heaven. Hopefully, with time you will heal, and that healing will come from him. Each one of us receives messages that heal our hearts. My only son and child died at the age of 20 in 1990.

I will pray that you go down the road with light and joy, and ultimately help many people along your path.

When people ask inevitably if I have children, I always answer,"He resides in heaven". We are all connected.

Thank you for having open hearts and sharing your story!

A hug from a stranger who does understand,

Elizabeth