I Need A Reason To Sing

….As he sits in his chair he simply hunches over and places his elbows on his knees and sinks his head into his palms.

Those palms. Dry, cracked, weathered, worn and telling a story of what was and is and has always been.

Slowly his hands fill with liquid. Slow at first then, with every second, more and more. His heart is broken.

He leans over and picks up a round object. He runs his tear soaked fingers along the object and then simply just places it in his palm. He stares at it and cups it close.

Faintly he hears the cry. “Father, please. Help me. If this waiting and pain lasts forever, I’m afraid I might let go.”…

…As she sits in her house she watches the buckets of water falling from the sky. It turns to black just as fast as it lit up and her heart skips a beat as she feels the floor rumble and hears the crack of thunder.

Tears streaming down her face she looks up and simply says, “Father, please. Help me. If this waiting and pain lasts forever, I’m afraid I might let go”….

Everything seems to be falling to pieces. The last few weeks feel like slow motion Matrix action as I watch my heart fall and shatter as they hit the floor. Nothing is what is seemed and I feel like I’m holding on with just my fingertips to this huge cliff. The pain in my arms is unbearable and I feel like just letting go. But just as I’m about to let go something comes to mind. The image of God sitting on his throne, tears down his face as his heart breaks for those who hurt. He sits with the world in his hands and listens. He waits and longs for me to call out to him for help.

Just when I’m about to let go, I remember that I have a God who waits patiently for me to allow him to come to my rescue. For him to come and with his almighty strength pull me from the cliff of death. On my days when I don’t think I can do this anymore and on the days when I “just don’t feel him anymore” I’m thankful for the reminder that we have a fighting God. We have a God who is emotional. Who hurts when we hurt, who fights for us to fall at His feet and who feels the sting of a knife through the heart, even more then we do.

What other nation is so great as to have their god near them the way the Lord our God is near us whenever we pray or call out to him? (Deut. 4:7)