Sweetness of Bitter Tears

Dark clouds billowing, grey and scary just before a storm
may bring long awaited rain when its been too dry and warm

Suddenly the clashing, crashing thunder, blowing wind
the the torrent floods the earth with pounding of the rain

Just the same a life becomes so stagnent, stale and dry
to feel whats real is shielded by a stony outter side

Bordem and confusion start to build the billowy clouds
Pointless days and nights fly by, and burdens weigh them down

Then sudden pain comes shooting through to pierce this canopy
Once seen as a shelter, now becomes a liability

Interupting status quo like lightening floods the sky
Soon the rain comes pouring down to water what was dry

This time mixed with bitter tears, to wash away the pain
they flush out soul and spirit's crust, more powerful than rain

Along the way it softens creaky knees once bent for prayer
and treasure found in this place can be found no other 'where

So what was once the pain from wrong, from sorrow, loss or fears
can never match the sweetness found in the flow of bitter tears

-Rebecca D Thames
06-29-08
the day after Delana left suddenly

The Silent World of Pain

How can there ever be such a space
where though you still see each face
and hear the voice and touch the hand
each is alone within this place

through actions done or words misspoken
somehow sacred trusts are broken
like walls of glass, they separate
but like walls of stone, they do not break

Some want to scream but words won't come
Some feel they are the only one
who's felt this agony inside
so as strangers run away and hide

hide from any further pain
they couldn't bare to do this again
so walls get thicker and silence grows
as into their space the wounded goes

if only they didn't have to hide
if only they could see on the other side
of their wall there's someone really who cares
who never meant to put them there

who longs and prays with all their might
for Son to come break through the night
for stinging and bleeding to come to Pass
And our Victor break down these walls of glass

For Him to wipe away our tears
for His perfect Love to calm our fears
To sooth our wounds with Holy Oil
and all the enemy's plans to foil

To cleans our hearts from poison that mames
and causes loved ones to retreat again
O strengthen hearts with walls that last
So we do need these walls of glass

To somehow make us free again
from tear-soaked pillows and blood that stains
that God's own Joy would deliver again
from this silent world of pain

Who Do Your Worries Belong To?

I was just thinking about something that happened, another way the Lord intervened when I was a child.

My grandparents used to come visit a couple times a year, driving up from Albeq., NM. As you can imagine our lives changed dramaticly for the few days they were visiting. My sis and I gave up our beds. We had different kinds of meals. We'd even go out sometimes, when primarily we were used to staying home.

There was also a lot of strife that came with them. My grandma Agnes was great, but my mom and granddad used to do a lot of yelling. He was quite domineering and believed that he could treat any home he was in as his own.

One thing they fought the most about was the refrigerator. He really liked beer, cold beer. So he developed a habit of removing the food, milk, meat or whatever, to make room for his beer cans in our small fridge. Of course, having two small girls, with a VERY small income, this made my mother furious!

Since by this time, my father had died, she really had no defenses or recourse. She finally realized that, since her blood pressure was going up even at the anticipating of his coming, it was time to turn it over to Jesus.

She prayed and said something like this: Lord, I'll give You the refrigerator. If You want beer in Your refrigerator, that's up to You.

She was tired of fighting. She layed it all down. She was at peace. And she never said anything to her father about it.

When he came to visit, he never said a word, but brought a big styrofoam cooler in with him and took it right to the room where he slept.

From that day on, not one drop of beer was ever again in "God's refrigerator." And not only was peace greatly increased in our home, but that refrigerator lasted for over 20 years!

Psalms 91:14 The LORD says, "I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name.