The rain falls.
Heavy at times.
Keeping rhythm on the tin roof.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The beat of a drum. Constant and steady.
A sound I miss dreadfully.
The missing heavy.
Deep within; the longing.
I shut my eyes to listen.
To the sounds.
Grief sneaks up silently.
Catches you unaware.
It is all around.
It is rent a Senior Day.
How can it be a year?
It seems like yesterday.
So funny.
So missed.
There is no way around this pain.
It hurts.
It stinks.
No matter how I try to shake off the pain.
We step forward.
Trusting, resting, remembering.
Breathing deep.
Knowing the far reaching love of a Savior.
Looking forward to the pictures from today's Rent a Senior.
Hoping fun and joy for all.
The rain continues to fall.
The earth eager for nourishment.
Fields aglow with the greens.
The farmer sends me a picture.
A promise. A reminder.
A covenant made.
A full rainbow.
Stretching right over this farmscape.
It can all fall away and we will still Praise the Living God.
We will cling to hope.
Psalm 43:5
Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again--my Savior and my God!
Natalie Grant
This is what it means to be held. . .
How it feels when the sacred is torn from life and you survive.
This is what it is to be loved and to know that
the promises was when everything fell we'd be held.
Catches you unaware.
It is all around.
It is rent a Senior Day.
How can it be a year?
It seems like yesterday.
So funny.
So missed.
There is no way around this pain.
It hurts.
It stinks.
No matter how I try to shake off the pain.
We step forward.
Trusting, resting, remembering.
Breathing deep.
Knowing the far reaching love of a Savior.
Looking forward to the pictures from today's Rent a Senior.
Hoping fun and joy for all.
The rain continues to fall.
The earth eager for nourishment.
Fields aglow with the greens.
The farmer sends me a picture.
A covenant made.
A full rainbow.
Stretching right over this farmscape.
It can all fall away and we will still Praise the Living God.
We will cling to hope.
Psalm 43:5
Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again--my Savior and my God!
Natalie Grant
This is what it means to be held. . .
How it feels when the sacred is torn from life and you survive.
This is what it is to be loved and to know that
the promises was when everything fell we'd be held.
I think I've said it before, but that song was one of my first thoughts when I heard the news of Elijah. Ever since, I always pray that you'll feel held.
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