Last night (during our church's Coffee, Conversations, & Chocolate women's event) I so enjoyed talking about finding God in our everyday lives -- in the messy places, the barren places, the scary places -- and being renewed in our spirits through connecting with Him not only in the things with think of as "spiritual" but also in the ins-and-outs, ups-and-downs of our real, regular lives.
The talk went over-time, and I didn't have a chance to share this poem, so I thought I'd share it here -- a reminder that God is with you even in your darkest times . . .
HE IS THERE
When dreams are as dying things
Withering in your grasp,
When hope becomes a stranger
In a parched, desolate land,
When vision has all vanished
As mist before the fire,
He is there.
When prayers crumble at your feet
In wisps of shattered words,
When night gathers dark and deep
Shrouding trails of light,
When all seems lost forever
As if day will never dawn,
He is there.
When you look deep inside
And see the barren soil,
When despair has gained mastery
And tears have all run dry,
When there's no one left, nothing left
But the bitter taste of death,
He is there.
As He was in Gethsemane
The night before the trial,
As He was at Calvary
When nails were driven deep,
As He lay within the tomb
Before the dawn of life.
He is there.
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