Sunday, July 22, 2012

There's Still Hope

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Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Healing Has Begun By Matthew West

The Healing Has Begun

You've carried the weight of your secret for far too long
Thinking if there is a place called forgiveness you don't belong
Oh, but freedom can never be found behind those walls
So just let 'em fall, 
Just let 'em fall

Oh, the healing has begun
Oh, the healing has begun

How long has it been since you felt anything but shame
Child, lift up your eyes cause mercy remembers your name
And those tears you been holding back, let 'em fall like rain
Cause today's the day, 
Yeah today's the day

Oh, the healing has begun
Oh, the healing has begun

Just lift your eyes
Lay it down
What once was lost
Has now been found

There's a world full of people dying from broken hearts
Holding onto the guilt, thinking they fell too far
So don't be afraid to show 'em your beautiful scars
Cause they're the proof,
Yeah you're the proof

The healing has begun
The healing has begun
I believe
The healing has begun

By Matthew West

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

To My Chronically Ill Friends

I know you.

I know how sick you are. I know how hard it is. I know the crazy roller coaster ride you're on. I know how getting out of bed is more than you have energy for on many days. I know you push yourself to do even the simplest of things.

I know you're investing everything you have, and even some of what you don't, to get well, feel better and take your life back. I know you never imagined it would be like this. I know the obstacles seem insurmountable. I know people don't understand.

I know the frustration of not being heard; of being dismissed, overlooked and misunderstood. I know the discouragement of doing everything right and still seeing little to no improvement. I know the ups and downs. I know the heartbreak and disappointment you've felt. I know the struggle. I know the mess.

I believe you.

I believe what you say. I believe the unbelievable things you've been experiencing in your body. I believe how surreal it all is. I believe how very hard you work to get well. I believe how much you try to balance everything. I believe you try to be strong for your loved ones. 

I believe you're caring, competent and capable. I believe your ability to persevere through such extreme hardship speaks volumes about who you are. I believe you inspire others. I believe you are making a difference. I believe your story matters. I believe you will overcome this.

I feel you.

I feel your inner struggle. I feel the burden you carry. I feel the aching and longing for change; for something lasting and better. I feel the deep seated determination you have to see this thing through.

I feel the utter disbelief and outrage at the ignorance and insensitivity within certain aspects of the medical community. I feel your growing desire to escape it. I feel your drive to educate them. I feel your compassion and empathy for others who are also sick, in pain and struggling with their own circumstances.

I understand you.

I understand the depth of what you go through. I understand the undercurrent of emotions. I understand that you've lost so much along the way. I understand not everybody can see it.

I understand how very different life is now. I understand your uncertainty. I understand those moments of despair. I understand the limitations and how frustrating they are. I understand the loneliness. I understand the brokenness. I understand the words that are often left unspoken.  

I understand the need for retreat. I understand how you want to get away but can't. I understand the times you need to be alone. I understand your silence. I do. 

I understand the need for total diversion. I understand how getting out is not necessarily about physically feeling better but about doing something just for you. I understand your desire for simple joys.

I see you.

I see your true colors. I see what you go through. I see your resiliency. I see your courage. I see the love you lavish on other people. 

I see the hopes and dreams and wishes you still carry in your heart. I see the depth of wisdom and knowledge you've gleaned through the many long years of suffering. I see how you willingly share it. 

I see how you take the time to listen to others, even when you aren't feeling well yourself. I see that you're going through more than anybody else really knows. I see that you're hurting.

I see how easy it would be to give up. I see how you've held on. I see how you've stood your ground. I see the deep faith that sustains you. I see, though your body is weary, just you how very strong you really are.

I hear you.

I hear your cries. I hear those held back tears you shed when no one else is around. I hear your heartfelt and gut wrenching prayers. I hear your prayers for others; how you ask God to help them hold on too.

I hear your words of support and encouragementI hear you cheering others on. I hear how you rejoice in another's health victory; how it's really a victory for all of us. 

Though buried beneath the exhaustion of illness at times, I still hear your passion for life. I hear the inner hope with which you speak. I hear your unique expression. I hear the truth of who you are.

And you are beautiful!

I love you, friends. 

You are not alone.

~ Michelle

Michelle Holderman
Copyright © 2012

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

God Bless America

God Bless America

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair
As we raise our voices in solemn prayer

God bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside her
And guide her
Through the night with a light from above
From the mountains to the prairies
To the oceans while with foam
God bless America
My home sweet home
God bless America 
My home sweet home

By Irving Berlin

Happy 236th Birthday, America!

There's a cost for freedom.
Remembering our founding history.
Remembering those who serve and served our country.
And thanking Him for His love and goodness.
Happy Independence Day!


Sunday, July 1, 2012

My Deliverer By Rich Mullins And A Ragamuffin Band

My Deliverer

Joseph took his wife and her child
And they went to Africa
To escape the rage of a deadly king
There along the banks of the Nile
Jesus listened to the song
That the captive children used to sing
They were singing

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by

Through a dry and thirsty land
Water from the Kenyon heights
Pours itself out of Lake Sangra's broken heart
There in the Sahara winds
Jesus heard the whole world cry
For the healing that would flow from His own scars
The world was singing

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
He will never break His promise
He has written it upon the sky

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by 
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
I will never doubt His promise
Though I doubt my heart, I doubt my eyes

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by 
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by

He will never break His promise
Though the stars should break faith with the sky

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by 
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by 

By Rich Mullins