Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A Thousand Things

Christa Wells  A Thousand Things

Wow, I found the words on Genevieve's amazing post "The wound that blinds" over at Turquoise Gates. She has tagged her post with words like "soul audit" and "God's deeps", she is an amazing writer.

I am blown away at how she has described the wound, without condemnation, just describing as normal and "just is" it's all OK. This wound is not some new dysfunction that I have dreamed up to prove to the world that I am in need of attention.

It. just. is. fact.

These words come from the song

You're gonna cry yourself to sleep.
'Cause for the moment all that you can see is what is lost, lost
Why me?
But in the midst of the most exquisite pain
You're drawn into a peace that you cannot explain.
And the praises you sing of a sovereign God
reach the girl whose last hope is gone
She never thought there was purpose in anything here.
Now the seed has been planted and it's taking root
You didn't know.
You're gonna cry yourself to sleep.
A thousand miracles you'll have to wait to see.

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