speechless

even though I’ve gone about the carousel of pain and grief many times over my last 25 years, I find myself none the wiser. no better word for a hurting heart, no more-effective balm for the soul in pain. equally helpless, equally speechless, if not more. knowing deeper with each experience, the inability for me or any man to be any remedy.

I want to say sorry that I’m so useless to you, and that I cant do anything to make you feel better. I can only promise that I want to be there for you in your shattered dreams, not sure if being there helps at all, but I want to be if you just let me stick around.
someone who may mouth seemingly hollow words and cliché comforts.. or clumsily sit around and say not a word, but this someone will not run should you just want to scream and shout, will not be hurrying you to be ok, and will just be quietly listening and praying…

because in different ways He has brought her through the cycle too, and she understands really. and she knows, He is the only one who can mend the broken heart, lift the downcast spirit, reach the deep where no one can and bring the light of the day after the dark night. She knows it to be true, that there will be one day when the skies will be blue again.

Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our pain, but we have one who has struggled in every way, just as we have--yet never gave up (trusting in His goodness and love). Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

*hopefully i wont be struck down by lightning for "mis-using" the Word of God*