It never ceases to amaze me the information that I am entrusted with because I hold a clipboard and wear a white colored coat. People daily pour out their heart and lives to me with such earnest request in return. help. care. love me.
Today I met one of the most resilient human beings I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. This individual had almost literally been through hell and back and lived to tell of the story. She shared some of the most hurtful things that I could ever image and I cried. My heart was overwhelmed and I knew no other way to respond. She had no tears to offer the offense today. She has cried over it most of her adulthood and yet had found hope to go on, to tell her story, to continue her life journey.
For me, I know what that hope would be...but what is it for a dying, hurting world? I have to believe that Psalm 19 is right and that the "heavens and earth cry out in a language understood by all." Hope... well it's engrained in us because we are made in the image of Christ the King. He is our hope, strength, and very breath for the hardest days in life and in the midst of the most unbelievable cruelties suffered by human beings. Praise the King for his ever present help!
"I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out o the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place ot stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and hear and put their trust in the Lord." (Psalm 40:1-3)
