Monday, December 5, 2011


I see tears streaming down her face and I cannot hold back my own. 
Her wounded one should have to know such pain.  
Her laughter hides deep sorrow.
Her's only hiding great fears.
Trust?  She cannot comprehend the meaning of the word...for she has been betrayed. has hope.
Yet she guards herself, for her hopes have been crushed before.
And now...she has the answer to her prayers but it seems, still, so far away.  
An aching heart...lonely and afraid.
How can one little heart handle so much?
How will these wounds heal?
It is not because of me.
I have held her...and left her.  
But there is one who holds her still.
His great arms of love and compassion are wrapped around her.
He sees her tears.
Her cries do not go unheard.
She is loved...with a deep, endless, indescribable love.
She has a father.
He sees her as precious, beautiful, worthy...a treasure.
She has captured His heart.
I love her deeply.
Yet, this love I feel for cannot compare.  

Psalm 68:5

A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.

Psalm 56:8
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.

1 comment:

sarah in the woods said...

Oh Stephanie! I just read your last two posts and words are beyond me. My heart is breaking, and your children are so, so beautiful. Oh that God would bring them home quickly!