The Mender

When we hurt, God doesn't just leave us off in a corner till we get over it. (He cares very much about YOU and YOUR pain!)  And He wants so very much for us to run to Him and allow Him to be all that we need.  He is the One who made us.  Who best to take care of us?


                                        Gently...gently

                        Pain, weariness, wounds...
                        Their threads, strands and shards start to gather, and soon
                        form a mass that spins round me
                        like a personal moon.

                       Creator and Center of my soul-er system,
                       break into the dazing orbit,
                       eclipsing this and any satellite
                       that draws away from You my sight.

                       Stretch out Your Hand, that also knew pain's wrath,
                       and pluck the hurt-soaked ball from out its path.

                                    Then...Lead me to a quiet place.
                                               Restore my soul.
                                               Concede Your grace.

                       You might open Your fingers and throw away the pain,
                       or choose to close them and let the hurting stay
                               for reasons I must trust
                               though understanding little or not at all...
                               for sometimes, thus hidden and held
                               in Your gently-strong Hand,
                               pain can seem so immensely small!

                       Yet even when it appears to dwindle not at all,
                        I can cling to the remedy by far the best:
                        Knowing that the One whose Hand holds my pain
                        is the very One Who rocks the cradle of love in which I rest...
                                               rocks it gently...gently,
                                    as He gathers up and puts my tears away;
                                               gently...gently...
                                    as He stoops to mend this fragile jar of clay.
                                                                                                                  -Becky Rhon


I'm sure that you didn't ask for the difficult times you're going through, did you?  I certainly didn't!  But I know Someone Who CHOSE to experience horrible human and spiritual violence.  He knew it was the only way He could rescue us, take us into His arms...and mend us. His love for us left Him no other option...so He CHOSE to hurt...for us.  In a future post, I'll share a poem with this theme.

Remember that God loves you!