I was sure by now
God You would have reached down and wiped our tears away.
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say, "Amen," and it's still raining.
As the thunder rolls, I barely hear you whisper through the rain,
"I am with you."
And as your mercy falls,
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
I praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands,
for You are who You are, no matter where I am.
And every tear I've cried, You hold in Your hand.
You never left my side. And though my heart is torn,
I will praise You in this storm.
(Casting Crowns)
This storm has been hard, too hard at times.
And yet, I will praise the God who is giving me the strength to go another day.
I dont have enough, but He does.
I don't know how this story ends, but He does.
Part of my heart is in Africa and I can't be there, but He is.
And He's on my side.
I was talking to a friend the other day, and I said, "When am I ever going to feel normal again, this has just been so hard." and she said, "I don't think ever, once your eyes are opened, you won't ever be normal again." I have replayed that conversation over and over since then, because, no, I don't think I will be normal again. I am changed. I KNOW hurt, I KNOW begging and pleading to God, I KNOW what it feel like for God to say, "No, not the way you think is best." And yet, I Praise Him, because I KNOW Him like never before.
