Tell that to her…

There is hope.

Always.

So she says.

Tell that to the one whose precious babe vanished from her arms.  Disappeared from her clutch.  Arms wrapping around vacant air.  Stinging air.  Hands aching with emptiness.

Tell that to her.

There is.

Hope.

And what about her?  Body so bruised and scarred and marred.  Fear so gripping and stripping…. Of everything.  Diagnosis exchanging, replacing, forcefully invading … Beauty to Ashes…  She read it should be the other way around.

Tell that to her.

There is.

Hope.

So she says as her fingers press keys that keep her awake at night.  Fingers that have been clenched and fisted only to be tenderly unfolded.  Because for each of hers she waited.   3 years for each.  The little noses that breathe steadily in the next room.  One on the top bunk.  The other on the bottom.  From heart to hands… 3 years.  Each.

Breathe in.  They’re so close she can almost smell them.  Breathe out.

Hope.

And she saw that mama that held air, nurtured air… She saw that mama’s belly grow again.   Arms so full.   Soft skin softens the scars that cradle and wrap ‘round.  Yes, scars do soften.

Hope.

In the waiting.   In the suffering.  In the hands so aching.

Hope.

Because he’s the God who knows what’s coming in three years and then in three years more.  He’s the God who transforms air to be his arms and holds you back.  Cradles you back.  He’s the God who rose from ashes… breathed life into ashes.  No, death could not overtake this God.  So he cuts a deal with that diagnosis.  He makes an exchange with that fear.  Me for her, he says.  And he tells the hell to get the hell out.

Because that’s just who he is.

There is hope.

So she says.

Always.

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4 thoughts on “Tell that to her…

  1. It’s all we have my sister, and to this my arms hold firmly….I raise my arms when my strength is fallen ,I dial the phone when I can’t hear Jesus clearly on my own and I hold tightly to the faith that I used to have on all those early Sunday mornings in the Church of Christ as a child where’s my father was a preacher…when mama still wore a hat to church ….that’s the unfailing power of the God I grew up with “….so now at this point in. My life yet another challenge has come upon me and I say to the Lord not my will but yours be done !what other option is there …He has brought me thru , drug addiction ,alcohol addiction and everything In between and that’s why I stand and that’s why I sing and that’s why I am what and who I am ,not perfect by any means but full throttle into his loving arms with all I have in me!!!! if He is reminded when a sparrow falls from the sky. …..really !!!!! Jesus knows, I know He has My Name on the palm of His hand and in this I MUST Rest…God Bless for the beautiful expression of the Masters heart!!

  2. This is so amazing ,you,have such a gift form the Lord ….thank you for standing in , and for me ,you are more than a friend you are a sister and a great one at best…words well II am at a loss for .i know the Lord is on my side and in this I find peace and rest..only the Master knows the beginning from the end so who am I to question His plan !

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