found this in an old journal last night:
life doesn't get any easier
it doesn't always get better
there's no guarantee that someday
the pieces will all fit together
then i played around with it and added this:
but i know, i know
there's hope. there's hope.
probably sounds better with me singing it, but maybe not. i've been thinking about this a lot lately: what do you do with the junk life throws you, or that gets thrown at those around you.
i know a number of people who've been in the hospital this week--one, a kid who may have bone cancer. he's 12. i got some very sad news from a friend the other night--their house burned on Christmas eve day, and in the house next door, 3 little boys and a teenage girl died.
what do you do with that? what do you say, as a friend, a follower of Christ.
i really have no clue. all i know is that 2 things keep coming back to me: God saying, Trust Me, and this truth, sometimes very small, that there is hope. period. i have to wrestle with it sometimes to hold on to it, but i know it's worth it.