I was reminded of something a friend said to me yesterday about being close to someone and yet being a little upset or disappointed when they don't offer you the comfort that you were looking for in a tough moment. Lots of times when I have bad days, I get really...I want to escape and hide from whatever went wrong that day, but I also want someone to listen to me, to ask me what the matter is and tell me everything's going to be okay. Sometimes I get so that I comfort myself in daydreams that someday someone will.
Tonight when I laid down across the bed, curled up under the covers and again wished that I had someone's chest to lean my head against, someone's arms to be wrapped up in, someone's tender voice to be comforted by, I was serenaded by:
When no one else knows how I feel Your love for me is proven real. When no one else cares where I've been You run to me with outstretched hands...
How amazing that He knows and hears my heart. He sees what I never would have told Him about, wouldn't think to bother Him with, and reaches to scoop me up and love on me. He is all together wonderful to me.
And You hold me in Your arms again. - Building 429
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Oh how I long for this at times. Working with urban youth and living in a impoverished community has definitely given me a share of pains and sorrows. So often I do wish for someone to ask me how it's going and just let me cry in their arms. Yet, more often than not, no one is there. I am comforted by God's words in Isaiah..."his understanding no one can fathom." He is always there...and sometimes, like you...as I curl up in my bed at night with a heavy heart, I can be comforted by the fact that he's always there, holding his arms out, waiting on me to run to him. Love ya Kimmie.
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