How long, O Lord?
How long must I watch
as the seed I just planted
is picked at and analyzed
by the one who should be watering it?
How long until this ache
I keep assessing for signs of real cardiac pain,
not the other heart that’s aching in me,
stops fibrilating
and starts resting in the rhythm
of your grace?
But I’ll sing of your goodness
because it helps my heart
stop hurting
and most of all
because you are good.
No matter what
you are good.
Published by Sheila Dougal
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging 10 years ago. I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated. It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King. I'm sojourning.
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Sheila, this is raw and beautiful. The reminder that praising God brings healing is a powerful truth, and one that we must preach to ourselves often, especially in the midst of pain.