Chaos. Busyness. Loud. Pain. Burdens. Being someone who relates "from the gut" is a blessing and a curse. Being part of a workshop on Trauma yesterday afternoon left me depleted. As I watched from my perch in the back; the secret swipes of tears as the speaker shared; the heads down and those pulling in to themselves sinking in to the seat and shoulders sagging with some unknown shame or guilt- my heart cried for so many. I wanted to reach out- to pat on shoulders and to say that it is o.k. The cry for healing, restoration and freedom.
Then my youth who are so full of life and hope. And yet... I heard their cry louder then the teasing and laughing. One said, "I am this way so I am part of a group." The Cry to belong. Cry to have something to offer.
A mother lying in the hospital bed with a physical condition and yet the deep wound and loneliness of a wayward son- was causing much greater pain. The heart's cry of grief and desire and longing.
A professional man- in riveting pain waiting for the emergency room. His pale face showed the depth of the pain. And yet I heard.... His heart's cry of stress, frustration, feelings of inadequacy and the weight of responsibility.
A Grandma- loving her daughter and raising grandchildren. God please hear her Heart's Cry today as she calls out to you with her cry of fear and hope and love and anger.
The whisper of the heart's cry is so much louder and real then any words or actions. Much louder then the shrill voice or the angry yell or the silence. The quiet sobbing heart laid bare is deafening.
Thank you God for that still small voice that is louder than the whisper, then the screaming and crying- then the silence.
Then my youth who are so full of life and hope. And yet... I heard their cry louder then the teasing and laughing. One said, "I am this way so I am part of a group." The Cry to belong. Cry to have something to offer.
A mother lying in the hospital bed with a physical condition and yet the deep wound and loneliness of a wayward son- was causing much greater pain. The heart's cry of grief and desire and longing.
A professional man- in riveting pain waiting for the emergency room. His pale face showed the depth of the pain. And yet I heard.... His heart's cry of stress, frustration, feelings of inadequacy and the weight of responsibility.
A Grandma- loving her daughter and raising grandchildren. God please hear her Heart's Cry today as she calls out to you with her cry of fear and hope and love and anger.
The whisper of the heart's cry is so much louder and real then any words or actions. Much louder then the shrill voice or the angry yell or the silence. The quiet sobbing heart laid bare is deafening.
Thank you God for that still small voice that is louder than the whisper, then the screaming and crying- then the silence.
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