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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Gaping Wounds

Our injuries feel fatal. Our hearts are gaping wounds. We don’t know how to hope. Our fingernails scrape the edges of our faith as we sink into the pit. We cry out for help. We are desperate for confidence. We ache for the power to fight. Despair smothers us.

Our God pulls us out.

The King cleans the muck from our faces and raises our heads. The King. The Almighty. He loves us. He bends down to us. It is He who kneels low and wipes the mud from our eyes. It is He who gently thumbs the tears from our cheeks. It is He who washes our feet. It is He who teaches us to walk again. It is He who binds us up. It is He who fills our gaping wounds with His healing tears. It is He who makes us whole again, and again, and again.

It is He.



This has been such a hard day. We continue to pray the miraculous for our friend. We pray hope and peace. We pray God’s tangible presence. We pray that His Name be lifted high. We pray that rivers part, bushes burn, and mountains move. We pray. We pray. We pray.



Small Enough, by Nichole Nordeman

Oh, Great God, be small enough to hear me now.
There were times when I was crying from the dark of Daniel's den;
And I have asked you once or twice if You would part the sea again.
But tonight I do not need a fiery pillar in the sky.
Just want to know you're gonna hold me if I start to cry.
Oh great God, be small enough to hear me now. 
Oh great God, be close enough to feel You now.
(Oh great God be close to me)
There have been moments when I could not face Goliath on my own.
And how could I forget we've march around our share of Jerichos.
But I will not be setting out a fleece for You tonight.
Just want to know that everything will be alright.
Oh, great God, be close enough to feel You now.
All praise and all the honor be;
To the God of ancient mysteries. 
Whose every sign and wonder turn the pages of our history.
But tonight my heart is heavy,
And I cannot keep from whispering this prayer.
Are You there?
And I know You could leave writing on the wall that's just for me. 
Or send wisdom while I'm sleeping, like in Solomon's sweet dreams.
But I don't need the strength of Samson or a chariot in the end...
Just Want to know that You still know how many hairs are on my head.
(Are you small enough?) 
Oh, great God, be small enough to hear me now. 


This is all that I can say right now.

2 comments:

  1. It feels goofy to say thank you for sharing but...thank you. Very poignant. And that is my favorite song by Nichole Nordeman. Thanks for reminding me of it. I'm going to try and find it and pray for Bryan while listening to it. Still praying for a God-sized MIRACLE!

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  2. Have this on a CD you made "us" during the "dark time" and they are a source of light to me...and many more.

    Praying for you, your family and your friends!

    All my love...me

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