There was a time after we lost Seth where I found it
incredibly difficult to pray. My heart
was a jumbled mess of emotions, and most of the time I found it difficult to
connect those emotions to words. That
season my heart simply cried out to the Lord, I like to refer to that as a
season of desperate prayers. I believe
the Lord understood my lack of words, he knew my broken heart. He knew I desperately wanted to pick up the
pieces and glorify him in sadness despite me articulating them.
Songs were such a gift during that time. It was a season of listening and whispering,
because it was so hard to sing. The
words of songs, I had sung in joy, suddenly carried much more meaning. So as I heard the song It is Well this week it became
the prayer of my heart for my sweet friend, who had to say goodbye too soon to
her sweet baby girl.
So sweet friend. I’m
praying that….
Through it all, your eyes are on him.
And rejoicing that one day……
This mountain that’s in front of you will be thrown into
the midst of the sea.
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