Monday, December 5, 2011

Thinking, that's all: Hold the Light

There is great temptation in retreating into silence.

So many reasons - fear or shame or guilt or pride or minimizing - for concealing our wounds, quieting ourselves, never giving voice to the deep abrasions our hearts suffer.

I choked back the guilt swelling in my chest, asked my mom to take the day off Friday and come help while I rested and prayed and healed physically and John tried to order the house from an entire day of neglect and pay quality attention to our littles.

She reminds me that we have to accept help where help is freely given in love, embrace it with thanksgiving in our hearts.

We have to let the body function, be the body, if we are to really be a body united.

"From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work." Ephesians 4:16

Hurting in the silent recesses of the heart doesn't allow for love to come from the other parts of the body, doesn't let the body come in response to the pain and help aid in the healing with love.







Phone messages.

Arms to love on two boys.

Arms strung around my neck.

Each a different but beautiful gift from a different and beautiful part of the body.

Through this second miscarriage and then our ER trip with E after he fell and hit his head last night, you, our friends and family, have really shown me what it is to hold the light when exhaustion and doubt and hurt really set in.

So thank you. Thank you for holding the light for us.

"For where two or three come together in my name, there am I {Jesus} with them." Matthew 18:20
If I can take your burdens to His feet, please don't hesitate to share.