Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Holding Me

There's not been a time through my pregnancy or my grief that I have felt alone. True, I have been surrounded by a wonderful husband, family and friends. However, I am not talking about the absence of being with another person. I am talking about that emptiness that can permeate every single cell of your body. The emptiness I should feel when I think of holding Reagan, kissing her little feet, breathing her in. It's especially in those times that I feel cradled in the arms of Jesus. The same arms that are wrapped around Reagan now.

The lyrics in a song by Plumb, Beautiful History, sing out to me as if Jesus himself were singing to me;

“I am here
I’m holding you
You’ll make it through this
I am here
I am here”

He is here.

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18