Sundays

I’m (still) reading Donald Miller’s Searching for God Knows What. It’s one of those books that cuts right to the heart of things so sometimes I have to take a break from it and read some fiction or something less thought provoking for a bit. Maybe it is because otherwise it may not hit me as hard. There is really only so much thought provoking you can take.

There’s a phrase in it that I read today talking about how parents can really only hold their children, love their children, because until we get to heaven, all we can do is hold our palms over the wounds. I’m not sure why but that phrase stuck with me. Holding our palms over the wounds. I guess because so often it seems that there should be things, certain feelings or those that are lacking, that I feel we should be able to fix. Some might think it is perhaps sad to think this way but I find it encouraging that there will always be a part of ourselves that cannot be fixed because in reality we are just holding our palms over the wounds until we can be complete again.

I went to church this morning and we sang a song I hadn’t heard before, or at least do not remember having heard. Usually traditional hymns talk a lot about God and use metaphors and when you get to the end of it you’ve sung a very pretty song that you can never quite pin down what it means. Or maybe that’s just me. But this one seemed to say something that made sense:

Will you love the ‘you’ you hide
If I but call your name?
Will you quell the fear inside
And never be the same?
Will you use the faith you’ve found
To reshape the world around,
Through my sight and touch and sound
In you and you in me?

That may just be a mishmash of thoughts but I suppose to me it all fits together. It reminds me that it’s normal to not feel normal sometimes – this is not our home. But that we have to step up, love the parts that seem unlovable, and do what we can with the time that we have. 

Here comes the rest of the week!