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; 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.
He directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases
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