You stood with me
as I looked at myself through time.
A small child,
carrying great pain.
I did not want to acknowledge
the child
or the pain,
Yet I knew you were
inviting me to do so.
“This is not me.
This suffering cannot be mine,”
I said.
You responded,
surprising me again.
“This is me. This suffering is mine.”
You are so fully with me,
you are so much a part of me,
that all my sorrow
and all my joy
are yours as well?
In your tender strength
I found the courage and humility
to at last embrace
this suffering child.
“This is me,” I wept.
——
Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
Isaiah 53:4
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
Thank you so much for all you are doing in helping The Lord Jesus restore souls! I am elated to find you and am aggressively pursuing embracing my wounded self. Again, thank you and may The Lord continue to bless you most abundantly in all your endeavors for Him. This poem brought me to a depth of Oneness with God.
Gratefully yours in Christ,
Brenda K. Williams