sadness grips my mother soul.
he must come back
to grace
to love
to grace
to love
*
to hope
to home
to Him.
sadness grips my messy soul
i know the empty place.
sadness gripped His father soul
when i turned
to hope
to home
to Him.
sadness grips my messy soul
i know the empty place.
sadness gripped His father soul
when i turned
from His beautiful face.
i returned home
i know hope lives for him.
god is there waiting
i returned home
i know hope lives for him.
god is there waiting
when
his grief
rushes
in.
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god layed these words on my heart earlier this week,
after another cry for help
from my youngest son.
when you reach the end
of what is healthy to do as a parent,
you must keep pointing them back to jesus.
god knows his heart, and he belongs to Him.
sometimes, it is just difficult...
just keeping it real, my friends...
linking up with emily for imperfect prose
xo


