For McKenna
As much as I hate to know you're hurting, it's been wonderful to know that I am not alone. I was given this poem tonight and I hope it helps a little.
"God Knows Best"
Our Father knows what's best for us,
so why should we complain?
We always want the sunshine,
but He knows there must be rain.
We love the sound of laughter
and the merriment of cheer;
but our hearts would lose their tenderness
if we never shed a tear.
Our Father tests us often
with suffering and with sorrow;
He tests us, not to punish us,
but to help us meet tomorrow.
For growing trees are strengthened
when they withstand the storm;
and the sharp cut of the chisel
gives the marble grace and form.
God never hurts us needlessly,
and He never wastes our pain;
for every loss He sends to us
is followed by rich gain.
And when we count the blessings
that God has so freely sent;
We will find no cause for murmuring
and no time to lament.
For our Father loves His children,
and to Him all things are plain;
so He never sends us pleasure
when the soul's deep need is pain.
So whenever we are troubled,
and when everything goes wrong,
it is just God working in us
to make our spirits strong.
-Helen Steiner Rice-
I'm always here for you, if you need to talk or cry or laugh or scream or throw rocks. Even if you just need to feel like someone knows a little of what you're going through. Call me.
2 comments:
What a beautiful poem! I liked it so much I stole it and put on my blog. I hope you don't mind. I wish I could say things as beautifully as you do Val!
Thanks girl.
I'll be honest though, and this will come off totally blasphemous and horrible and whatever, but sometimes I want to tell God and His plan to 'get bent.'
I always come around though, and I think God is totally okay with me having those feelings.
Thanks for looking out for me.
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