The Sweet Sting
As I lay here in my favorite part of the day, when little ones have drifted off to sleep and other ones are settling in for the night. There comes a peace over me that I can only describe as different. I know that I have felt its sweet sting and I know that I loose it in the hustle and bustle of everyday activities but in the still of the night it rises and I feel it stronger every day. I know that it is hurtful at times and I dread it most of the time but it is something that at this time in my life, no matter how much I pray and try to push it away it seems to almost become a reassurance that I am still moving on. Others feel it and that is one of the only things that brings me comfort when it is near. Whether it be a child at school, a married woman, a mother, or a teenager. In the still of the night it lingers in the halls and sometimes you hear it with tears. I seem to cry myself to sleep with it as it holds my hands. It is a friend to some and a foe to those who don't understand its worth. Loneliness is a tool I believe that God uses to draw us unto himself. I know that in my life and especially lately, those who know me best see me wearing it as a crown. I know that it may seem odd to some and sad to others but I believe it is what God has at this time to make me more like Him. It says in His word in Ps. 68:6-"God sets the lonely in families..." That is a promise that I hold on to daily. I know that God is moving and so I have to believe that he knows whats best. It isn't always easy and believe me it never feels good walking through it but I know that I want to come out as pure gold. If this is what is required for me to walk out of the fire and show myself to be, then I rejoice in the purging of HIS flames. Thank you Jesus that you are my father and my friend. I know that you always have my BEST in mind, even though it doesn't feel like it. Lord, Please Hast the day when my faith shall be sight. But as for tonight I will go and let the sweet sting of loneliness comfort me like a friend.
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