December 3, 2010

A Thousand Things

Do you know what it’s like to know something, truly know it down deep . . . and yet it doesn’t give you the answers to the questions that come?

I do.

Like I know that my husband and I truly love each other deeply, passionately, as much as we know how . . . and yet we are selfish and rude and mean to each other sometimes. How do those two things co-exist?

And like I know that my God is sovereign and He loves us . . . and yet He allows pain and He does things to His glory that don’t seem to be to our good. But He promises in the end that it ALL works for our good. But what good is that?

What good is it when a 28 year old mom drops dead leaving an 8 year old, a 3 year old and not-quite-one year old baby who won’t ever remember her? I don’t have the answers. And yet my spirit is able to rest in the knowledge that He knows. He does care. He will take care of it.

In that vein, this song – A Thousand Things by Christa Wells - was comforting to me (you can listen to #4 above):

You’re gonna cry yourself to sleep
You’re gonna soak the pillow for many weeks
You’re gonna cry . . .

But in spite of the ache that doesn’t go away
You’ll be sharing your story one rainy day
And at the next table somebody catches your words
Hears a truth that he’s never heard.
A
nd takes it back to the marriage he’d given up on,
hands it down to his daughter who writes it into song.

You didn’t know.

A thousand things are happening in this one thing
Like a thousand fields nourished by a single drop of rain.

So, honey, wrap yourself in promise while you wait the morning light,
A thousand things are happening tonight.

You’re gonna cry yourself to sleep
’Cuz for the moment all that you can see
Is what you’ve lost . . . lost . . . lost

But in the midst of the most exquisite pain
You’re drawn into a peace that you can not explain
And the praises you sign of a sovereign God
Reach the girl whose last hope is gone
She never thought there was purpose in anything here.
Now the seed has been planted and it’s taking root there

You didn’t know.

A thousand things are happening in this one thing
Like a thousand fields nourished by a single drop of rain.

So, honey, wrap yourself in promise while you wait the morning light,
A thousand things are happening tonight.

You’re gonna cry yourself to sleep.

A thousand miracles . . . you’ll have to wait and see . . .