Letter From The Heart
Letter From The Heart
Dear Jesus,
I want my ends to meet. One day I want the ends over here to say hello to the ends over there. I want my struggle to be over. Sometimes I hear it in a song or a sermon, and I feel it, I really do, but then I'm back to the place of reality, where I see, hear, and feel my struggle.
Is anybody watching? Can the hidden pursuit of doing better than just getting by, can it be seen? Does anyone know that behind the smile, under the encouragement to others that a struggle exist? Can the scent of the unknown be detected by those who think it's so well put together? I wonder, do those standing on the outside looking in, can they see through the seemingly worry free exterior?
Does anyone know what I know? Can there be similar testimony, that it looks bad, real bad? Will there be one to stand with me and declare that the light at the end of this tunnel must have burned out?! When will there be a crew to rescue me? When will my lining turn silver?
Dear Jesus,
How about my healing? Is there a time frame or limit to my wholeness? At times, life seems so unfair. Why can't I see my way out? Why can't I get out from under this heaviness I feel? Where is my laughter, my smile, my happiness? Where is the lifter of my head?
...then I took a deep breath and I was reminded of the breath in my body. In spite of the pain I feel, I have the activity of my limbs. My ends haven't met, but I'm well fed, clothed, and I have shelter.
....I don't see my way out of this, so I'll just close my eyes to my own solution.
I can't feel my way through, so I'll just open my heart to You. I don't understand this, so I won't lean on it, but I will acknowledge You.
...You never promised happiness, but joy You did. You are the lifter of my head. (Psalm 3:3)
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. (1 Peter 5:7 KJV)
Dear Jesus,
I trust you!
TC!