There was loss, there was gain, there was destruction there was pain. There was His glory, His freedom ~ there was HIM.
There was peace, there was chaos; there were questions and doubts. There was self-control and wisdom, there were failures and sin.
There was me, there was Him. Me flailing, running, trying to catch up with Him to keep in step with Him when all I really needed to do was rest in Him.
There was friendship there was hope. There was gut-wrenching sorrow. Things we will never be able to understand or have answers to.
There were tears, there was laughter. There was brokenness and healing. There was surrender there was pride, there was humanness there was humility.
There was hurt, there was help. There was tragedy there was love. People coming together to assist, rebuild and encourage. There was community.
There was Christ.
There were celebrations, there were smiles, there was joy, love and grace.
There was resilience there was refreshing. There were blessings there was disciplining. There was weakness there was strength. There was despair there was hope.
There were broken people, there was broken me. There was love there was hate. There was fear there was faith. There was fight there was freedom.
There was good there was bad there was happy and sad.
There was life, there was death.
There were prayers answered and those that linger still.
There were seasons.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for everything under Heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
There was Him.
“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and springs in the desert.” Isaiah 43:18-19
We can remember, we can forget. We can hold these things closely or release them to Him.
He will make a way in our wilderness and bring forth water for those who thirst- streams in the desert.
There will be beauty, there will be restoration, there will be Him.
No matter what there is, there will be HIM.
Beautiful, sweet Sarah! Streams in desert. A clear reference to, and recollection of, my mother, who truly lived in a dry desert and felt everything you include in this poem. Thank you for sharing it with me, and with everyone!. Love, Dad