Come Sit with Me

When I am down and oh,

my soul so weary,

when troubles come

and my heart burdened be,

then I am still

and wait here in the silence

until you come

and sit a while with me.

You raise me up

so I can stand on mountains.

You raise me up

to walk on stormy seas.

I am strong

when I am on your shoulders.

You raise me up

to more than I can be.

words by: Rolf Lovland and Brendan Graham

I love the words of this song! Especially the part about waiting in silence until you come and sit a while with me. For me sitting in silence with someone is a special bond, neither needs say anything, yet you know they are there and it is enough. I long to know God in that way and am learning time with Him satisfies my innermost desires and leaves me feeling treasured and loved.

During the past few monthe God has taught me a lot about building my relationship with Him and others through communication and spending time just sitting together. He continually shows me communication and relationships require two for success, one who will listen and one who will share their heart, each giving and receiving, loving and accepting love. We can neither always give or always take but must learn the art of both. Some times we will join a friend and sit with them, other times we must allow another the privilege of sitting with us. In doing this we give our trust and make ourselves vulnerable, two rare and precious gifts.

Father teach me to communicate with you, I want to fulfill your desires, to know what makes you happy. I know I have your love, or at least I am learning I do but I long for your pleasure. I want to make you smile... like a child I want to give you my love through all I have and with all my heart holding nothing back. Teach me your ways; I long to know more about you.... Come sit with me...

Shards of Glass

Have you ever felt your world tumble down around you, experienced your hopes and dreams shattering leaving nothing but shards of glass at your feet? This last summer my life fell apart, shattering into thousands of pieces, cutting my heart and filling my eyes with tears.

Through my tears and searing pain I cried to God, asking him what he could possibly do with shattered glass, which was the way I viewed my life. I could not see how anything could ever come of all the pain and pieces.

Then God seemed to say "Chrissy, you know those stain glass windows you were admiring? What are they made of?"

My heart filling with hope, in a whisper I replied, "pieces of glass."

"Give me the things that cause you pain, let me hold you while you weep. I will take the pieces and make something beautiful, I will place them together with my love and compassion. Trust me, I will complete the work I began in you. Like the sun shines through a stain glass window my light will shine through you and the pieces will send the world a message."

Consider this post and those to follow pieces of glass for my window, I do not know how they will all fit together but I do know God is the Master craftsman and He has a place for each piece.