Is there still faith in me to reach the end?
I'm feeling doubt I'm losing faith
But giving up would cost me everything
So I'll stand in the pain and silence
And I'll speak to the dark night
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when I don't feel it
And I believe in God even when He is silent
And I, I believe
Though I can't see my stories ending
That doesn't mean the dark night has no end
It's only here that I find faith
And learn to trust the one who writes my days
So I'll stand in the pain and silence
And I'll speak to the dark night
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when I don't feel it
And I believe in God even when He is silent
And I, I believe
No dark can consume Light
No death greater than this life
We are not forgotten
Hope is found when we say
Even when He is silent
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining
I believe in love even when I don't feel it
And I believe in God even when He is silent
And I, I believe.
My journal has recently been filling up with prayers. I put on some music (most often BarlowGirl and Hillsong United), and then I get into bed and I write. I don't worry about punctuation and grammar. I just write whatever is on my heart and mind. When I get angry, I write the letters big and bold. Sometimes, when I'm really upset, I take pages to write one or two words. If I can't think of my own words, sometimes I'll intermingle song lyrics, or little doodles into my prayers. Most importantly, I don't think about what I am writing. If it is what has come to mind or something God has put on my heart...I write it down. I leave out no details...I try to be completely honest, even if it seems as if I am flip-flopping in my prayers.
And when I have nothing more to say...I put the journal down (but I leave it open just in case). I close my eyes and I just continue to silently cry out to God. I just spend time with Him in more prayer...eventually during this I usually fall asleep, but I am more at peace than I was before. I have even had dreams where I was sleeping on the lap of Jesus, or where God was massaging my back (but the latter was when I was 11 or so...and I honestly did feel hands on my back, even though nobody was there).
My situations have not changed, and they may be getting worse, but I have a smile on my face and I am ready to face whatever comes my way because I am learning to put my full trust in God. I have not been able to handle things on my own, and I will no doubt fail at those attempts in the future.
Raising Reading Boys
15 years ago
