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Somewhere between coping and survival I heard my fragile soul cry out.
Sometimes God, I don't know how to take this, I just stand still and spin.
Your right hand embraces me, but without it my bones would give way.
I'd fall down and cry until my love found me and picked me up again.
There's a hushed downpour of sorrow from every heart thats seen so much.
God we can't stand any more, please let us fall into your arms for awhile;
like slipping into smooth water, our weary bodies will find relief.

In case anyone is worried, its not my marriage, its the grief that my husband and I have endured together for 2 months along with crises that we couldn't carry without the strength of grace.
posted by megan 1:20 PM

The candlelight just kept pouring but before my shaken eyes it was lost.
It just kept slipping through my teardrops as I fell to the floor.
I open my mouth and thirsty lungs won't let me close it.
I've forgotten how to breathe.
I lift my face up Heavenward and through prayers I'm lost in ecstasy,
as my mind paints me in allegory;
remembering the night we stood in the thunderstorm waiting for the lightening.
My face is drenched with teardrops heavy as the rain that streamed down,
but I'll wait on my Abba to bring the lightening.
His grace always comes.
posted by megan 8:21 PM

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