Part of the journey of recovering from loss is finding meaning and purpose. When that meaning and purpose is yoked together with the will of God, the journey becomes about more than making us feel good about life again. It transfers knowledge and growth into a vision for the kingdom.
What dreams lie buried beneath the surface of your heart? What steps could you take to begin the journey toward reinvestment?" ~ Rita A. Schulte, Shattered
This morning I got up and looked at my "I WILL..." chart. For this day it said, "Lord, with Your help and by Your power, today I will be cheerful and enthusiastic." Hmmm. I know that's needed. It's difficult. I find peace only in solitude. Being cheerful is real work. And while it's worthy work, it's not always work I can do. Everyday I wake up and think, "Can I do it?" Can I face the day, the responsibilities, the newness, the sameness?
I wrestle with so many questions, doubts, fears but at the end of the day, I know...I may never have answers...I may never feel whole...Things may even get worse. And yet, the creator of the universe called me. He knows me. He carries me. He holds me. He loves me. Eventually, He will help me dream again and in the end, it will all be alright.
I was lost
I was in chains
The world had a hold of me
My heart was a stone
I was covered in shame
When He came for me
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His presence
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His arms
Jesus, He loves me, He loves me, He is for me
Jesus, how can it be, He loves me, He is for me
And it was a fire
Deep in my soul
I'll never be the same
I stepped out of the dark
And into the light
When He called my name
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His presence
I couldn't run, couldn't run from His arms
He holds the stars and He holds my heart
With healing hands that bear the scars
The rugged cross where He died for me
My only hope, my everything
