The Tears
It’s okay baby girl. (Or boy) I know you want to stop the crying but the faucet just won’t turn off. Your heart will need some time to recover so don’t rush this part of your healing. Jesus
It’s okay baby girl. (Or boy) I know you want to stop the crying but the faucet just won’t turn off. Your heart will need some time to recover so don’t rush this part of your healing. Jesus
Sometimes a song can say what you can’t. Perhaps this is that kind of song for us all. May you cling to the same promise I have had too often in difficult seasons. He is faithful to walk fully with
Your pain is embedded so deep that your cries to the Lord can’t even be heard by onlookers. Your voice has been stifled and the anguish has kept you silent to the outside world.
I know it feels you can’t go on
But Jesus says, “You will.”
Just run into His righteous arms
To rest and just be still.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
Let them see the tears that fall
For then, they see permissions call
To grieve in their own unique way
Your tears are footprints for some today
1 Samuel 30:11–13- Then they found an Egyptian in the field, and brought him to David; and they gave him bread and he ate, and they let him drink water.
Poetry and Ponderings by Shelly
There’s a prayer that carries Power and weight Yet uttered is not a word. It’s the anguished pain That falls from one’s eyes The prayer of the voiceless heard. It’s a prayer that moves mountains And touches God’s