As I walk the walk of cancer with a very dear friend it truly is
very humbling for me to hear her cry out in brokenness to the Lord.
It's as if she is saying,
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply To Thy cross I cling;
Naked,come to Thee for dress,
Helpless,look to Thee for grace.
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior,or I die.
The drugs make her so sick and yet she clings.
Her hair is gone and she doesn't feel beautiful anymore
but God reminded her that there is Nothing beautiful in her
except for Him.
She is broken, She is helpless before her Heavenly father clinging
daily to the cross.
She is strong, yet she is weak. This battle is hard and yet everyday
He gives her enough to get through that day.
I ask her how she is feeling and her response is "well Robin I don't want
to make this something it's not, it's do-able."
I watch in wonder and listen to her voice stay the same.
Fears I'm sure creep in when she closes her eyes but
her arrows go up. Her father protects and knows.
He has not forsaken her or forgotten her.
He knows every single hair that has scattered to the ground.
He has caught every single tear and counted them all.
He has held her body and whispered in her ear. You are beautiful,
but not because of you, but because of Me.
I feel like everyday I am pulling my foot from my mouth...best I just be quiet at all times.
You are obviously a great friend to her. She is blessed. :o)
I want to cry!
Your so sweet.
I, too, have walked this road with a friend who is now with Jesus. It's almost unbearable at times. You are in my prayers as well as your friend and her family.
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