Saturday, September 27, 2008

somewhere down the road

This has been a hard week. Joy lost yet another friend (she has lost 3 friends and a sister in the past few years), and we just found out that our dear friends, William and Diane, lost most of their earthly possessions in Hurricane Ike.

The song, “Somewhere Down the Road,” has played over and over in my mind these past days:

So much pain and no good reason why

You've cried until the tears run dry
And nothing else can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear slipping from your hand
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
Why, why, why
And all I can say
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Tho' we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers
At the end of the road.”

In FIRSTLIGHT, Sue Monk Kidd tells of a tremendous storm that awakened her one night, at her seaside home. In the morning, she went walking on the beach and found a beautiful seashell…a kind that she had never found before. Her observation was this: “I carried the speckled pink shell back to the cottage-a reminder that in every squall there is a gift, in every upheaval a redemptive moment.”

I’m searching for the gifts and the redemption. I have to admit it is hard to see them at this time, but I also know that I have to hold on to the promises of God. He tells me in Genesis 41:52 and Isaiah 61:3:
“I will make you fruitful in the land of suffering, trading beauty for ashes, joy for mourning, praise for despair…”

Somewhere down the road….



Don said...

We don't feel it as strongly here, being so far removed, but we can identify with you. Our daughter and her family lost their home as a result of Ike. Most of their treasured possessions were spared. They have enough insurance to make a down payment on a new home, for which we are all grateful.