The Wall

How long do you throw yourself against a wall before you realize it's not coming down? 

Do you wait until a bone is broken?  Until you are bruised beyond recognition?

What are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for the wall to tell you itself that it's not budging?  

Isn't it a wall? 

By it's very nature, it will never tell you what you need to hear.

So how long do you try? 

At what point do you stop blaming the wall for your wounds and start blaming yourself for continuing to throw yourself at it? 

The day will come, my love, when you will look up and see the wall as it is. 

It is not coming down for you.  

So, before the wounds leave you unrecognizeable, pick yourself up.

Pick yourself up from the dirt and turn towards the sun that is behind you.

But as you take your first step, take one last look back. 

Remember these stones and do not let yourself be mistaken again.

Shed no more tears for this wall, for it sheds none for you.

Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go

Oh, love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in thee
I give you back this life I owe
and in your ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be


Oh, light that follows all my way
I yield my flickering torch to thee
and my heart restores its borrowed ray
that in your sunshine's blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be


Oh, joy, that seeks me through the pain
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be


Oh, cross that lifts and holds my head
I dare not ask to fly from thee
I lay in dust life's glory dead
that from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be

Certainty Even in the Uncertain

Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense; he has become my salvation.”  - Isaiah 12:2


I'm finding that in times where you feel overcome with despair, it's hard to believe things will get better for you.  But I know that we are nearsighted individuals and can't see what's coming.  I still don't know what lies ahead for me, but I have to trust and have faith that it is good.  "I will trust and not be afraid."  Momma gave me something the other day...it's a long ribbon necklace with a key on the end that is engraved with the word "Faith."  It was my Grandmother's.  So I'm holding onto it, thinking of my Grandmomma, and having faith that everything will be okay.  I will be okay.  Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.