I sit here at my desk, the nine foot Christmas tree glowing to my right, the nativity scene on the fireplace to my left...absolutely beautiful.
I am reading the blog of a dear lady named Trish. She is going to meet her sweet baby boy tomorrow who has a fatal prognosis. I am praying hard that God will do a miracle in their lives...I know He will, just don't know what kind. I pray for the miracle all mother's want for their children. Life, healthy life.
On her blog a song called Held is played. It is by Natalie Grant and the first verse deals with exactly what Trish is going through. The chorus however feels as if it were written especially for me.
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
When the song came on, my sweet Belle immediately wanted to dance. How can you not dance when a little girl with a Kool-Aid smile asks you? So in the glow of our Christmas tree, we dance. As the chorus comes along, I find tears streaming down my face. There has been a lot of those lately...but these are different. I set Belle down and put my arms up to God, almost as if I am asking Him to "Pick me up"...I just close my eyes and sing. What a wonderful feeling to know God will hold you in the most difficult of times. I am there Lord and I am asking you to pick me up and carry me through. I can not do it myself.