Sometimes the cry is that of a lone
voice;
sometimes,
the voices of many swelling together as one.
The
cry is a mournful cry,
full of sorrow and
grief,
laced with a sadness
that shrouds the soul
as one grieves what
was, but is no more,
what never was, but should have
been.
But the cry is more than a mournful
cry. It is a prayer – a calling out to
One who is compassionate and gracious.
And as a prayer, the cry brings the one
who cries out into the presence of the One
who binds up the
brokenhearted,
who brings
release to the captive,
who comforts
those who mourn.
As
a prayer, the cry opens the heart of the one who cries out –
opens
that one to God and to the love of God,
opens that one to experience the
goodness of God in the midst of sorrow,
opens
that one to the work of God in the midst of the darkest night.
As
a prayer, the cry is a prelude to joy.
Joy is the response of the heart to
the goodness of God.
Joy
is a mark of the people of God –
joy rooted in the experience of God
and God’s love,
joy unaffected by life’s
circumstances,
joy
that heals the soul and transforms the spirit.
I read this today and my heart is filled. Linton lost his mom in October and today is his first birthday without her. Love Jan Jones
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