When tragedy strikes…I can’t swallow well. The emotion is screaming to come out, but I have found out that I can bury it down the opening to my belly. My eyes start to leak and all I wanna do is run away to hide while I weep. Why is dealing with these things that are a normal part of life so damn hard?
Perhaps its these little moments that when the rug is pulled out from under us and we have a golf ball stuck in our throat that cause us to run to the feet of Jesus. He is the comfort, the lifter of my head, the dryer of my tears, my deliver.
No matter what happens, though the rain may fall and the storms may cause damage and the stillness of life cause me hurt, I will stick close to my God and Savior!