Justify. How do I justify a conviction? How do I grasp a breeze? Who knows what blew across me and influenced my whole being? Who hears the whisper in my heart? Who but God? Yes, indeed. Who but God.
I cannot justify.
But I can testify.
4/13/05
4/11/05
someday
Someday better than today, I'll invite you over. The sun will be slanting through the blinds and the grass will be greener than ever. Somebody's worship music will be drifting through the room. Somebody like Michael Card or Keith Green or Chris Tomlin. Maybe all of them taking turns.
The house'll be clean. Just to see it will lift my spirits higher.
Fresh gerbera daisies will be smiling on the table. They always look happiest in that lime green vase of mine. It would be nice if everything is ready on time. But even if it isn't, it won't be a problem because you can help me with the finishing touches. You don't mind; you're just that way.
We'll talk about enjoying the sunshine, but we'll probably opt to just stay inside. We have the whole day to enjoy the weather. For the moment, we'll be content at the table next to the kitchen, where your hair shines because of the way the sun peeks through the window. When we've had our fill of arranging plates of food, and when I know you feel right at home, I'll pour the tea.
Then, we'll sit down and have ourselves a good talk.
The house'll be clean. Just to see it will lift my spirits higher.
Fresh gerbera daisies will be smiling on the table. They always look happiest in that lime green vase of mine. It would be nice if everything is ready on time. But even if it isn't, it won't be a problem because you can help me with the finishing touches. You don't mind; you're just that way.
We'll talk about enjoying the sunshine, but we'll probably opt to just stay inside. We have the whole day to enjoy the weather. For the moment, we'll be content at the table next to the kitchen, where your hair shines because of the way the sun peeks through the window. When we've had our fill of arranging plates of food, and when I know you feel right at home, I'll pour the tea.
Then, we'll sit down and have ourselves a good talk.
there with you
I wish I had all the answers. I wish I could show you that I'm there too. I wish you could know that in all this hurt, there is God -- I AM.
I wish I had all the answers? No... even if I had all the answers, I wouldn't know what to do with them. I wouldn't know what to do with yours or mine. Because it's not about having all the answers. It's about trusting.
How can we believe -- together -- that this is beyond having the answers?
I wish we could just hold on to each other, crying, hurting, until it's all over.
Maybe in spite of the miles, maybe in spite of the fact that we've only seen each other a few times in our whole lives, maybe in spite of the pain, the fear, the confusion, we can each hold on to Jesus's hand.
And then -- then! -- I can be there with you.
Because if we're both grasping the same Person's hand, we're together. Right?
I wish I had all the answers? No... even if I had all the answers, I wouldn't know what to do with them. I wouldn't know what to do with yours or mine. Because it's not about having all the answers. It's about trusting.
How can we believe -- together -- that this is beyond having the answers?
I wish we could just hold on to each other, crying, hurting, until it's all over.
Maybe in spite of the miles, maybe in spite of the fact that we've only seen each other a few times in our whole lives, maybe in spite of the pain, the fear, the confusion, we can each hold on to Jesus's hand.
And then -- then! -- I can be there with you.
Because if we're both grasping the same Person's hand, we're together. Right?
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