Monday, November 3, 2008


If you have been reading this blog for any length of time you will know that music plays a huge role in my life. It seems daily that a song comes to mind or is played on the radio at just the right time. Next to God's Word this is truly one of the sweetest gifts I have been given.
It no longer surprises me when I wake up to a song that seems to be just the encouragement I need for that day. One day last week I woke to the following song:

Sung by Natalie Grant

...Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lillys of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This song was written by a young mother who had lost her child (I left out this part of the song). Her grief is so much different than mine and yet it is similar. I have been held...I know the feeling of everything falling down around me and yet the comfort of being held.  It is a supernatural thing...a God thing.  
My world changed nine months ago.  My dreams, hopes, and even my reality was taken away but my faith has been the solid groundwork for hope.    I know the feeling of hope...the hope that is born of suffering.  This is truly the beginning of a new life for me as January 29th was the beginning of a new life for Eric.  
Hard words with a few tears mixed in.   Humbly giving up my will for the will of the Father's seems like jumping off the bridge at first but after the first step into obedience you realize that the next step is into His be held.


not2brightGRAM said...

Heather, I totally agree with you about the role of music. So many times, God has spoken to me through it. And, many times I speak to Him through music when my own words are not enough.

While I am not a musician as you are, I have had a long love affair with itunes library is a witness to that!

This reminds me. I've been wanting to invite you to visit the blog of a young Christian friend of my niece's in Minnesota who recently lost her beautiful two year old to an accident. The blogsite is
I am praying you might be able to comfort one another.

Love you!

not2brightGRAM said...

P.S. Forgot to mention. You must read it with a box of tissue.

godlover said...

Music was once the love of my life. And then I lost most of my hearing. I miss it more than conversation. Heather, you write beautifully. It is such and honor to know you. You always give me a nudge in the right direction. Keep on keeping on. It will get better. You have picked me up so many times when I've been down. And slowed me down on days when I was too busy to see what really matters. I long to help you find your way through this life, but it is you who does all the helping. If I may ask, what are the numbers for your favorite Christian radio station???


runninggal said...

Heather - I so agree! Music is powerful. Beth Moore once said it may infact be the only voice our soul has - that it has a way of expressing to God things that we can't even verbalize...melodies that can stir our soul like none other...and then when you add words like the song in this post, it transcends what the spoken word can do.

I just found this interesting article about the power of Music on our lives:

I check your blog almost every day, often listening to your entire playlist, and pray for you and your children.

with love from Central oregon,

Melissa said...

Speaking of music, I have a Cd that the Lord had laid upon my heart to send you. I have felt like I should do this for a couple of weeks...but contacting someone I don't give them a gift seemed strange. Even stranger for you I am sure. Please email me I would love to bless you with this.