Friday, August 1, 2014

The Way Through~

It was an unfamiliar place -
a place I had never found myself before.

And yet, here I was,
thrust right into the middle of it,
with no way out, but through.

Only through wasn't happening for me.

Sitting at my father's funeral,
hearing the words, "Jack Mitchell is survived by ...."
I remember asking myself,
How am I going to get through this?

Standing at his graveside,                                               
seeing the unearthed ground,
I remember asking my sister,
How am I going to get through this?

Kneeling at my bedside,
hearing only silence,
I remember asking God,
How am I going to get through this?

Nine months later,
still searching for a way through,
I found myself headed deeper in instead of closer out.

Sitting in the doctor's office,
one week shy of three months pregnant,
hearing the words "there doesn't seem to be heartbeat now. I'm sorry."
(for the third time in my life),
I remember asking myself,
How am I going to get through this?

Lying in bed at night,
feeling an overwhelming emptiness inside me,
(for the third time in my life)
I remember asking my sweetheart,
How am I going to get through this?

Standing in His presence,
seeing praise givers all around me,
(for the umpteenth time in my life)
I remember asking God,
How am I going to get through this?

Day after week after month after year,
(yes, year)
I kept clawing for a way through.

And, then it happened.

It was an unfamiliar place -
a place I had never found myself before ---
sitting at a keyboard,
pouring out the hurt inside me upon keys of black with white lettering.

And it was here,
in these two unfamiliar places -
grappling with death,
typing on a keyboard,
I remember hearing God say,
The way to get through this is through Me.

I AM -
THE WAY.




The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me,
Because the Lord has anointed Me
To preach good tidings to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives,
And the opening of the prison 
to those who are bound;
To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord,
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
~Isaiah 61:1-3






Sitting at His feet,
reading His Word,
listening to His Spirit,
pouring out His whispers -
one word,
one sentence,
one touch at a time,
I am discovering THE WAY,
and finding my way through.~♥







 
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