| | We carry on.Within the past few weeks, I have been floored with the grief and pain people must endure: the helplessness of lives lost to senseless acts of violence; the senselessness of turning away from a nation's (and continent's) plight to simply survive; the mourning of loved ones to disease; the hardships of divorce on families and people.
In all of these things, beyond the grief and pain and often the despair... people have exhibited so much hope, so much peace, despite the trials and sadness that this world brings. We carry on. Though loathed and misunderstood, though ignored and lambasted, maybe confused, perplexed...
be still, and know that He is God.
There is a song I listen to when death knocks on a door close by. Bebo Norman wrote a song for a dear friend of his, "Rita". When I grieve, I think I don't grieve for long. Oftentimes I realize I am grieving for me, and mostly I grieve for things that, all things considered, don't truly matter.
I pray that they all find peace, and comfort, in their Maker, as we live in a harsh, mad world.
[this.too.shall.be.made.right]derek.webb
people love you the most for the things you hate
and hate you for loving the things that you cannot keep straight
people judge you on a curve
and tell you you’re getting what you deserve
this too shall be made right
children cannot learn when children cannot eat
stack them like lumber when children cannot sleep
children dream of wishing wells
whose waters quench all the fires of Hell
this too shall be made right
the earth and the sky and the sea are all holding their breath
wars and abuses have nature groaning with death
we say we’re just trying to stay alive
but it looks so much more like a way to die
this too shall be made right
there’s a time for peace and there is a time for war
a time to forgive and a time to settle the score
a time for babies to lose their lives
a time for hunger and genocide
this too shall be made right
I don’t know the suffering of people outside my front door
I join the oppressors of those who i choose to ignore
I’m trading comfort for human life
and that’s not just murder it’s suicide
this too shall be made right
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