Psalm 62:1-2 says: “My soul finds rest in God alone. My salvation comes from Him. He alone is my rock, and my salvation. He is my fortress I will never be shaken.”
ALONE
When I feel isolated, like an island, alone
Cold and forbidding, my heart turns to stone,
Grave’s grief descends—groaning spirit moans,
Sadness sits weighty, boulder’s sorrow enthroned;
I weep.
When tears fill my ocean and tidewater rises
I can’t see safe shorelines, so far from my eyes
I question the Scriptures, to deprive soul’s surprise
Disparage God’s truth, I know that’s not wise.
I weep.
Frustration ensues, I’m just so overwhelmed
With confusion, misgivings, with depression, I’m felled,
As the shadow of death’s depth descends, I’m compelled
To harbor my worst dread, I sink into myself.
I weep.
I’m trying to pray, but just cry when I do;
“Abba Father,” “Lord Jesus,” “O Lord, where are You?”
“I know I’m Your daughter,” “Holy Spirit, renew
Your Presence within,” “Heal my heart,” “Please, Lord, do”
I need.
He answers my plea, with next dawn’s warming sun,
The lapping of soft waves when a precious Someone I love and respect reaches out, “May I come
And be with you, weep with you, comfort you some?”
I seek.
“Not ready for platitudes, please give no advice
But sit with me, sigh with me, that would be nice.
I’m hurt, lost, alone, and so needing the Christ
If you’d pray with me, stay with me, that would suffice.”
I plead.
She wept with me, kept with me as Christ’s sisters do
And counseled me sweetly, she’d felt sorrow too.
As promised, heart softened, His Spirit renewed
My soul’s understanding, that God suffered too.
His Son‘s life He gave for a time such as this.
I see.
In my life, a reminder that suffering exists
To show us the need to rely on His Presence
And He’ll teach life lessons we surely can’t miss,
He’ll send first, Holy Spirit’s counsel
My answer to prayer.
I’ll hear.
And when I am ready, and healing has come
I’ll reach out to others who seek curing balm
When another hurt island-soul seeks, so undone
“Sit with me, pray with me,”
I’ll weep with each one.
I can speak.
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.