This poem was brought to my attention today (in a great book by Ravi Zacharias called Cries of the Heart) and it struck me still...I just had to stop and type. I had to spread the word...that for each of us who suffers quietly (or not so quietly) with our own burdens, struggles - big, small and in between - that we are never alone even when we feel like it. Only One knows your pain and your agony. No matter how many phone calls, FB status updates, or tv shows you watch to numb/mask/pacify yourself...the One does know what you are trying to put away and hide.
I hate bad stuff. I hate pain. And, if you know me at all, you know I hate conflict of ANY kind. But, I can tell you this - I've lived thru some JUNK. And, no matter how bad/hard/weird things get, at the end of the day I want my life to show that I believe THIS:
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction, He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed e're the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving has only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!
- Annie Johnston Flint
Its true. I know it. I dont always feel it, but I know it. You can, too. Trust me.
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