Press On

So many words...yet no words...always...

Reflection...
the phone call...words still echo in mind...
fear, anger, memories, unknowns, emotions abundant...
the sound, not a sound...yet piercing upon the soul...
the heart hurt, the soul ached, the burden heavy, the tears fell...

Yet..In the midst...
He heals and delivers to show grace...
He renews and restores to give hope...
He causes rest to carry...
He shows merciful grace to love...
He gives infinite wisdom to provide...
He provides mighty power to strengthen...

You words before surgery day...
Just a hurdle to clear...
No tears...God is with us...
I intended to encourage...yet you encouraged me...

The marathon almost won, the medal almost in hand...
You did it, you made it...
A lot of prayer and support...
A lot of grit, comedy and spunk...

As recovery is amidst, and healing is present...
Tears fall, prayers rise, rejoice abounds...
My heart still cries to Thee...
Strength, healing and peace my plea...

So many words...yet no words...always

Sis, I love you...Press On



Phil 3:12