I need comfort tonight. All day long, I have had my mind clouded by conversations, work duties, and good friends providing encouragement. But now at 1 o'clock in the morning, I am left to my own devices. And I am willfully trusting God to come through right now. The rain on the gutter, which is always a calming sound to hear by my bedroom window, is as though God is at last speaking in a soft voice. A reminder that He created our world to spin around the sun with the purpose of bringing glory to Himself. Even still.
I cannot begin to write what my mind is doing right now. I wish I could stop trying to process all this and just be still. Be still. Be quiet. Be sad. Mourn.
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It's a heavy weight, and my prayer is that we can let God be God in this. My hope for all of suicide's victims is that God reaches them in the moments between this life and the next. He is God. He can certainly do that because He is outside of time. When I say to rest in peace, I truly pray all this over Matt's final moments here on this earth.
I can't furnish the words to explain today. But at the urging of a [great] friend, I am reminded of these writings for those who grieve. A friend, so tormented by his own daily battle with depression, was committed enough to spreading truth and love, that he put aside his own suffering to reach out to me today. And for that, I am so very humbled. Below, I am reposting a poem that helped me heal when I was struggling with my own depression back in 2005. God hears us. God seeks us. God knows our sorrow.
Dear restless heart, be still; don’t fret and worry so;
God has a thousand ways His love and help to show;
Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.
Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God’s Own smile,
His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile;
Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.
Dear restless heart, be brave; don’t moan and sorrow so,
He has a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow;
Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.
Dear restless heart, recline upon His breast this hour,
His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower;
Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.
Dear restless heart, be still! Don’t struggle to be free;
God’s life is in your life, from Him you may not flee;
Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.
—Edith Willis Linn, “Streams in the Desert”
I cannot begin to write what my mind is doing right now. I wish I could stop trying to process all this and just be still. Be still. Be quiet. Be sad. Mourn.
Whycan'tIwhydidn'thewhatiftherehadbeenwhocouldhaveifonlyIwouldhavetheremusthavebeenawhatdidthe...
It's a heavy weight, and my prayer is that we can let God be God in this. My hope for all of suicide's victims is that God reaches them in the moments between this life and the next. He is God. He can certainly do that because He is outside of time. When I say to rest in peace, I truly pray all this over Matt's final moments here on this earth.
I can't furnish the words to explain today. But at the urging of a [great] friend, I am reminded of these writings for those who grieve. A friend, so tormented by his own daily battle with depression, was committed enough to spreading truth and love, that he put aside his own suffering to reach out to me today. And for that, I am so very humbled. Below, I am reposting a poem that helped me heal when I was struggling with my own depression back in 2005. God hears us. God seeks us. God knows our sorrow.
Dear restless heart, be still; don’t fret and worry so;
God has a thousand ways His love and help to show;
Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.
Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God’s Own smile,
His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile;
Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.
Dear restless heart, be brave; don’t moan and sorrow so,
He has a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow;
Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.
Dear restless heart, recline upon His breast this hour,
His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower;
Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.
Dear restless heart, be still! Don’t struggle to be free;
God’s life is in your life, from Him you may not flee;
Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.
—Edith Willis Linn, “Streams in the Desert”
