Held

In the course of everyday life, sometimes things happen that totally rock the boat.

This week we had a tragic death in our community. Daniel came home from work and told me about it Monday, and since then, it has been like a lump in my throat. I strain to swallow, but it won't go away. It is constantly there. My heart feels so heavy for this family. I have tried to put myself in everyone else's shoes - the person who died, the mother, the sister. It is really consuming me, and that is not healthy.

It is so hard to not have answers. Why? and How will they go on? and again, Why?

I linked to this song a few months ago, but here are the lyrics again. Without God, I think life would literally be too much to bear at times.

Two months is too little -

They let him go.

They had no sudden healing.

To think that providence

Would take a child from his mother

While she prays, is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued?

What has changed and

Why should we be saved from nightmares?

We're asking why this happens to us

Who have died to live - it’s unfair.

This is what it means to be held -

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell,

We’d be held.

This hand is bitterness.

We want to taste it and

Let the hatred numb our sorrows.

The wise hand opens slowly

To lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell,

We’d be held.

If hope is born of suffering,

If this is only the beginning,

Can we not wait, for one hour

Watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held -

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We’d be held.