There was a moment this week when I felt completely alone...........like the whole world had literally forgotten I existed. It is so rare that when it does happen, it takes my breath away.
And on the radio was Natalie Grant's "Held" followed by King and Country's "Busted Heart". These songs could not have framed my feelings more perfectly. I want to be held.....to have someone just cradle me in their arms and hold me while I collapse. I long to tiptoe down the hall to my parents' room and have my mom hold me until the sadness, the fear, the doubt and insecurity fades away. I wish I had someone who would hold me long enough just to let the anxiety dissipates.
I tried to lapse into self-pity, I really did.
But the amazing power of God's word reached through the lyrics of these two songs, and then I realized that I was not alone. God was with me, is always with me. He never leaves me. It is me who occasionally leaves Him; imagine if God were singing "Held" because one of us, His sacred, were torn from His life.
What if God had the busted heart because of my pity, my insecurity, my selfishness?
If hope is born of suffering...........then most of us should have so much hope that all great sadness in the world would be gone. Seriously..........
And on the radio was Natalie Grant's "Held" followed by King and Country's "Busted Heart". These songs could not have framed my feelings more perfectly. I want to be held.....to have someone just cradle me in their arms and hold me while I collapse. I long to tiptoe down the hall to my parents' room and have my mom hold me until the sadness, the fear, the doubt and insecurity fades away. I wish I had someone who would hold me long enough just to let the anxiety dissipates.
I tried to lapse into self-pity, I really did.
But the amazing power of God's word reached through the lyrics of these two songs, and then I realized that I was not alone. God was with me, is always with me. He never leaves me. It is me who occasionally leaves Him; imagine if God were singing "Held" because one of us, His sacred, were torn from His life.
What if God had the busted heart because of my pity, my insecurity, my selfishness?
If hope is born of suffering...........then most of us should have so much hope that all great sadness in the world would be gone. Seriously..........
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