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Just Be Held

Just Be Held

Just Be Held  I am, quite literally, having a come apart right now.  It has been a week, month, year…just a lot.  Here are the lyrics to this song.

Just Be Held
Hold it all together
Everybody needs you strong
But life hits you out of nowhere
And barely leaves you holding on
And when you’re tired of fighting
Chained by your control
There’s freedom in surrender
Lay it down and let it go

Thoughts

As a mom, we all know this, we are the superman to all the issues of life.  We put things back together with superglue and a tampon.  My son has tells me that if I cry, that is like Superman with a broken arm.  Honestly, moms do not cry.  I have chosen my life, or maybe I am living the life God chose for me…hmmm…I need to ponder on that.

My life is one giant complication.  Marriage is not easy.  Parenting at any stage is not easy. Throw in control issues, have special needs kids that were out of your control and theirs, a medically fragile child, aging parents, death, poor choices and you have a mess.

But God
So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away
You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held
Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place
I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held
If your eyes are on the storm
You’ll wonder if I love you still
But if your eyes are on the cross
You’ll know I always have and I always will
Thoughts

Right here.  These words.  They pierce my soul.  I do see things falling apart.  In the span of 8 weeks, I’ve had two sons bullied by students and administration.  The suspension has happened twice for one son.  We’ve had a flare-up with another son.  One son is spreading his wings.  Daughters who are dealing with the hardships of lost relationships, a new marriage, jobs, school.  Just so much.

Yet, He is not upon the throne biting his nails or eating popcorn wondering what is going to happen next.  He has already created the perfect provisions for all these issues.  Then there is control.  Me.  Free-will.  If I would just take my eyes off the storm and gaze them upward.  Frankly, how would my perspective change?

No Tears Wasted

And not a tear is wasted
In time, you’ll understand
I’m painting beauty with the ashes
Your life is in My hands

Thoughts

Honestly, I love those verses, in the Word so much, that I have Isaiah 61:3 tattooed on my body.  Frankly, the other verse may need to go on my person as well.  For instance, He has captured EVERY tear of mine (and yours) and placed it in a bottle.  This is how much He cares for you.  Furthermore, it is like you are the only person on Earth and His sole job is to love you and comfort you.

Chorus

So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away
You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held
Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place
I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held

In the Midst

Lift your hands, lift your eyes
In the storm is where you’ll find Me
And where you are, I’ll hold your heart
I’ll hold your heart
Come to Me, find your rest
In the arms of the God who won’t let go
So when you’re on your knees and answers seem so far away
You’re not alone, stop holding on and just be held
Your world’s not falling apart, it’s falling into place
I’m on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Thoughts

In the midst of the storm, however, lift your hands.  Furthermore, gaze your eyes above the waves.  He is there, holding your heart in His hands.  In Him, He has already fixed the problem.  I pray that I will always remember that truth.

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Here are my thoughts on Psalm 100.

Thoughts on Psalm 100

Psalm 100

Shout with joy to the Lord, all the earth!
    Worship the Lord with gladness.
    Come before him, singing with joy.
Acknowledge that the Lord is God!
    He made us, and we are his.
    We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving;
    go into his courts with praise.
    Give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good.
    His unfailing love continues forever,
    and his faithfulness continues to each generation.

Thoughts

Praise.  Let’s just marinate on that.  Lately, this past week, I can say that I have seen Jesus in very small things.  It has been necessary because the bigness of life has very much overtaken all the things in my visual path.

A simple text that says “you are worthy.”  People who flood my social media with prayers.  Reminding me that my feelings are not necessarily what God sees in me.  I am worthy and I am enough for Him.

PTSD has reared its ugly head this week.

I was honored to sit beside a beautiful friend in a vulnerable time.  While I sat there, I told her she was worthy.  That in Christ, she is enough.  Her life mattered.  I would miss her if she chose not to be in this life.  It was a hard moment but I held her hand, looked her in the eye, and said: “I see you.  God is bigger than your feelings.”

After assuring her safety, I came home and called my friend.  I didn’t have a lot of time to get into my feelings but she “saw me and heard me.”  She let me have a moment of deep sorrow in knowing that I couldn’t save her daughter, my sweet friend, from a similar choice.

I called her because she gets it.  It wasn’t my daughter that I lost, it was hers but she was still a precious friend of mine.  I did things that I thought I wasn’t capable of.  But God.  He is bigger and He equipped me.

Early Morning Breakfast

I got to meet with my bestie for breakfast.  She was tired and haggard (LOL) after working all night.  I was tired from dragging my butt out of a warm bed.  We meet each other with smiles, giggles, and love.  Such a fun time.

While we were sitting there, in “our” booth, eating… an elderly group of people walked in.  There were 2 women and a man with a cane.  The man sat in the chair to my side.  While he was organizing his cane and trying to stabilize himself, Rach and I continued to just chat away.  I was not even thinking and I reached out, while we were talking, to hold his chair.  The thought that it would slip out from under him flew through my mind.

He sat, unknowing of me holding his chair…yet the man behind me saw and he said something that brought me to tears.  “Some people go to church and some people are the church.  You are the church and you will be blessed.”

I turned to look at Rach and she had that look of “this is what I have been trying to tell you” look.  Simply touched my heart.  People are always watching whether you know it or not.  I had no idea this man was behind us…yet he was and he was watching.

Find the Blessings

Even if they are small.  Praise Him in the storm.  Then praise Him out of the storm.  Every moment there can be a praise song on your lips.  Pray for awareness.  He is bigger than your circumstances.  Enjoy reading Psalm 100.

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