"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” -Aldous Huxley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo3DudOzV4k
Sometimes in our brokenness, there really are no words. When you are blindsided by life, there are no words. People rally around you to support you but they don't know what to say. I remember someone saying, "This sucks" as part of a prayer. That first night when the world fell apart around me, when life like I knew it was over... life did suck. There were no words.
"I can barely stand right now.
Everything is crashing down
and I wonder where you are.
I try to find the words to pray.
I don't always know what to say
but you're the one that can hear my heart.
Even though I don't know what your plan is.
I know you make beauty from these ashes."
In the darkness that was all around me, in the memories I couldn't escape, in the dark nights when my soul was restless, I knew He was there. He was holding me, He was sobbing with me and He was guiding my heart through the depths. I realized quickly, even in the first 48 hours that when I felt abandoned, it was NOTHING compared to what Jesus felt on the cross. God turned his back on Christ because He couldn't look at the imperfections His son took to the cross in my place. In my situation, because of Christ's blood, he didn't have to turn away. He could be in the midst of my pain.
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