Monday, November 16, 2009
I had just whispered into kitchen-quiet, "God, I wish I wasn't so sensitive..."
The comment wasn't left to hurt or to discourage, but the heart had wounded before, and the innocent words brought other, shouting voices tearing at a peace that sometimes seems all too fragile.
Once in a while, a piece of music opens itself up at just the right moment, pointing into a vulnerable spot with healing that brings hot tears and sweet release. It's the stuff my favorite songs are made of. Music sometimes reveals faith I can feel, the place where what I know opens who I am to who He is, piercing through doubt and fear.
Here is one I just heard at Dianne's blog after she left a comment on my last post, perfectly timed to touch a soft hurting spot in my heart, God who is I Am reminding me that He is He is Abba for my spirit too, and does not give more than I can bear.