I’m angry. I feel abandoned.
I’m sad. How can my dear, dear friend have died so suddenly this week? Weren’t we just laughing and talking a few minutes ago?
I’m heart-broken. My homeland, Lebanon, is being torn to shreds. The blindness, the prejudice, the hatred is demolishing our families’ hearts’ desires.
I’m frustrated. Inept, ego-driven officials seem to have control.
I woke up the morning after my friend left this world with an old, old hymn in my head, Precious Lord, Take my hand. Those are all the words I have this week.
Can we please love?
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, help me stand.
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn.
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on, to the light.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.
When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near.
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand, lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.
I hear your heart Sheila. As I prayed during the night I realized I was helpless, wordless but also numb, almost feelingless. I was so grateful to know that God understood more than me. It was OK to be that way. I just needed to praise Him for who he was and thank him that he understood. He too is crying over the evil and is there to help those who cry out to him. We will see in Eternity that he will help those with pure hearts and simple faith and that what is endured today is less than a speck of time in eternity. There are amazing stories of darkness going to the light and finding help and fellowship. I pray for all Jesus followers to have the resources to help the displaced. Keep praying and praising.
Thank you Becky for understanding.