What's this about?

I am Shannon and my husband is Chris. This is a place to share and process struggles related to miscarriages, eating disorders, and Shannon's struggle with sexual abuse. We have found that joy, exempt of Christ, is often bittersweet in this life. We look forward to heaven where sweetness will abound and bitterness will be gone.







Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Held by Natalie Grant

I posted this on our personal Facebook but I can't get past this song. I have always loved the chorus but had never really paid attention to the rest of the lyrics. I can't lie. I've been listening to it on replay about 20 times a day. It really reminds me that God is holding me. I also got our blog title out of this song where it talks about the bitter hand being dealt. It made me realize how joy often is or becomes bittersweet. For awhile there, I couldn't even feel His hands around me. But now I am starting to know that I am held. We are held. He didn't promise it would be easy but to hold us. We love you, Lord.
~Shannon

Held By Natalie Grant

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

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