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No Words

I have sat down many times to tell you about this week, to share my heart with you and offer a glimpse of the greatness of our God, but the words won't come.  The wounds are raw and the tears still sting.  My sweet friend, who has come to me for advice and encouragement as she began her journey of motherhood, has lost her precious baby girl. 

This is not the first time that tragedy has struck close to home.  Yet once again I watch from the sidelines as those in the heat of battle proceed with a strength, peace, and joy that draws me to my knees.  I want to know Him so intimately that even when I can't see His ways, I trust His heart. 

When my words fail me, I turn to music.  There is a Point of Grace song that has carried me through many tough days.  Below is the Nichole Nordeman rendition.  I pray that it comforts your heart as it has mine. 

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  1. brianandcourtFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:55 PM

    I have been in your shoes - not to be confused with your friend's shoes - many times. Too many, it seems, and I never have words. It's awful. But I love that your heart continues to long for Him. To know his voice, to trust His heart. Praying for you and your friends.

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