As I was reading this blog tonight and the comments above, I prayed that God would give me just the right words to give you comfort.

He knows our hearts
He knows our pain
He comforts us
Through the pouring rain

Lift up your hand
Give Him your heart
The love He has given us will never part
From those we love and hold so dear
Those precious moments that draw us near…

You are in my thoughts and in my prayers. God bless you.

Will pray for you & Shelley and your family… thanks so much for sharing your heart even in this time of suffering.

I really want to be there for your Mom during this time. At the last Passion City Church a few weeks ago, I gave my contact info to someone to pass on so that during my time of unemployment *7 months now* that I could visit with your Mom and be a companion, laugh with her, pray with her, take her where she needs to go. She knows me from when I regularly went to 722 and we saw each other there…. miss those days! Please, let me know how I can help!!

Marie :-)

Thanks for sharing, Louie. May God bless you in this moment.

Rodrigo – Sao Paulo, Brazil

lotsa hugs,
Celine – kl – Malaysia

Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried: Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate and the master so gently said “Child, you must wait.”

“Wait you say, wait,” my indignant reply. “Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened, or have you not heard? By faith I have asked and am claiming your word.

My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?

I’m needing a ‘yes’, a ‘go ahead’ sign, or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

And Lord, you have promised that if we believe, we need but to ask and we shall recieve.

And Lord, I’ve been asking and this is my cry: I’m weary of asking, I need a reply.”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, as my master replied once again, “You must wait.”

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, and grumbled to God, “So I’m waiting for what?”

He seemed then to kneel, and his eyes wept with mine, and he tenderly said, “I could give you a sign,

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun, I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run.

All you seek I could give, and pleased you would be; you would have what you want, but you wouln’t know ME.

You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint, you’d not know the power that I give to the faint;

you’d not learn to see through clouds of despair, you’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;

you’d not know the joy of resting in me, when darkness and silence were all you could see;

you would never experience that fullness of love as the peace of my spirit descends like a dove;

you would know that I give and I save for a start, but you’d not know the depth of the beat of my heart;

the glow of my comfort late in the night, the faith that I give when you walk without sight;

the depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked, of an infinite God who makes what you have LAST;

you never would know, should your pain quickly flee, what it means that “my grace is sufficient for thee”!

Yes your dreams for that loved one overnight could come true, but OH THE LOSS if I lost what I’m doing in you!

So be silent my child and soon you will see, that the greatest of gifts is to get to know me.

And though oft may my answers seem terribly late, my most precious answer of all is still, WAIT.”

-Author Unknown