God speaks...

And its up to us to listen.  My great friend Annette over the last year has been reading to us different things out of her devotional book, they have been some very beautiful writings that have touched my heart.  I was finally able to get my hands on a book and today was my first day at reading it.

"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing." (2 Cor. 6:10)

God is speaking to me, letting me know it is okay to be sad and shed tears but that through his love I will find joy out of this situation.  While this is the hardest thing I have ever had to go through I know that soon my brother will be out of pain and hopefully in a much better place.  We will find joy as a family thinking back at all the good times we shared and this grief and pain is but just a very short part of it.  My boys got to know there uncle and love him, I got to have a awesome big brother always there for me.  God has given me an awesome family to support us, ones that I haven't seen in a very long time but feels like no time at all has gone by.  I put my trust in God to lift my pain away.

I will be still, my bruised heart faintly murmured,
As o'er me rolled a crushing load of woe;
Then cry, the call, e'en the low moan was stifled;
I pressed my lips; I barred the tear drop's flow.

I will be still, although I cannot see it,
The love that bares a soul and fans pain's fire;
That takes away the last sweet drop of solace,
Breaks the lone harp string, hides Thy precious lyre.

But God is love, so I will bide me, bide me-
We'll doubt not, Soul, we will be very still;
We'll wait till after while, when He shall lift us-
Yes, after while, when it shall be his will.

I did listen to my heart's brave promise;
And I did quiver, struggling to be still;
And I did lift my tearless eyes to Heaven,
Repeating ever, "Yea, Christ, have Thy will."

But soon my heart upspake from 'neath our burden,
Reproved my tight-drawn lips, my visage sad:
"We can do more than this, O Soul," it whispered.
"We can be more than still, we can be glad!"

And now my heart and I are sweetly singing-
Singing without the sound of tuneful strings;
Drinking abundant waters in the desert;
Crushed, and yet soaring as on eagle's wings.
~S.P.W.~