His ways...

My mom passed away on 23rd of June this year.... after 3yrs in bed.... Unexpectedly though. Through the three years my family grew together in the Lord more than ever before... Our song was always My hope is in you Lord.

We carried on forward in one truth that God doesnt take us to a place where his grace is not sufficient and with the promise from his word

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Soon after my moms demise reality started sinking in... This is what I wrote at this part in time.

ONE OF THESE DAYS

 

Realization strikes fear beneath

Harder each time avoiding each beat

Holding closer those memories I fail to forget

Even as time draws nearer every second beating faster

Faster than the one before, yet it seems like stillness

Frozen in reality moving ever slower than before

These days have been the hardest though

 

Realization hits harder, harder at reality itself

When expectations fail and lead to disappointments

The fact that considering a smooth flow through

Doesn’t always follow considerations

But follows its own course

The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD; 
He directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases

Reminder of His word, a reminder of the silver lining behind every cloud

 

Realization of my own poignant grief

Restless nights and those not so calm days

Ending them all in just a word, ever so mighty

Faithful is He, not me, my only hope

Vanity it all seems yet he gives me light in the darkness

Emptiness to fullness and my cup overflows

For I draw my strength from the Joy of the Lord

Will not keep silent, will abandon myself for Him

 

One of these days Realization has struck hard harder than ever before

Breaking darkness, a ray of light like the first break of day to dawn

This heart and mind often forgets the beauty of grace and the wonder called hope

Realization of the weakness and trouble seems faster than this

How much better to be child like and believe even though reality seems bleak

For one of these days realization will surface the truth

The truth that my mustard seed sized faith doesn’t move mountains

But the faith in my God who made the mountains

I smile, For I know I will come again to One of these days of realization.

 

 

This is just to remind you that he is our hope in our hopeless situations

I wud love to answer questions and Im open for discussion.

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