Trust Him... Then Rest

Learning to trust, and rest in God. 
It's very hard. 
 
My thoughts have been such a jumble lately...
Nothing makes sense. My head is always hurting.  

I wish I could forget. I wish this was all over.... 
 
I've often heard of how wonderful the "hereafter" will be.  Now my heart is aching to see it for myself.  
Away from the pain, and the confusion...
Away from the worry, and the heartache...
 
How do you serve Christ while your heart dies within you? 
How can one go on living when their heart has died?  

When dreams are shattered, what's left to life? 

 
I want so bad to cry. But "such is not my sorrow to be shown"  
God has other plans....
What are they? How can I find out what they are, and learn more of Him? 
 
When will I learn that Christ is all I need?
I need nothing more. Shame to me for wanting more....
There is nothing more than God. How could I think otherwise?  
 
Is not the Creator God all sufficient?
Was He not for others before?
Where do I get off thinking He's not enough for me? 
 
Have not others gone through far greater trials than this?  

Why is it I pray daily that God would find me faithful to Him in all things, and yet I doubt Him? 
 
I pray for more, greater trials, because God is in them.

Yet when they come I dare to ask to be spared from them.  

 
Oh! that it could be said of me as if was of William Wallace that ~ "in seeking to wipe the tears from the eyes of others, he minded not the drops of blood distilling from his own heart." 
 
Oh that I could be selfless.
That God could make me useful, and find me faithful. No matter the trial, no matter the hardship.
 
Oh that I could lay aside my dreams for the greater cause of gaining the cross, and a heavenly crown!  

That I could "count all as dross, and take up my given cross." because "I've counted the cost" 
 
Part of me is wanting to quit everything....
Leave it all go...
Pull inside myself, and try to forget...

Try to forget I ever had a dream... forget that it seemed so close to being realized....

And live a normal life; yet be sheltered from all the troubles, and cares of this world. 
 
Yet the greater part of me is crying out to God for more trials, more pain, more heartache if need be.

If only He would make me like Him.

If only He could use me to be a help and a comfort for others...  

If only I can bring hope to someone else.... 

 "Let sorrow do it's work. Send grief and pain.
  Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
  When they can sing with me 'More love oh Christ to Thee,

  More love to Thee. More love to Thee'" 
 
If God could just use me...  
I want to be willing clay in the potters hands. 

"Have Thine own way Lord. Have Thine own way

  Thou art the potter, I am the clay. 
  Mold me, and make me after Thy will,
  While I am waiting, yielded and still." 

Oh that I could "be still, and know that He is God" 
 
Oh, that I would no longer be restive under His restraining hand. 

"May the Lord find us faithful,
 May His Word be our banner held high.
 May the Lord find us faithful,
 Ev'ry day tho' we live, tho' we die."

Only God can soothe the hurt...

Only God can heal the broken heart...

Only God can raise from the ashes...

Only God can fix...

Only God can heal...

Only God can give the strength to endure, and continue on...

Only God... Only God...  God is the only reason for life. He is the only one worth living for... no one else... no one else.....

It will be worth it all some day... it all will be worth it...

It Will Be Worth It All

Sometimes the day seems long,
Our trials hard to bear.
We´re tempted to complain,
To murmur and despair.
But Christ will soon appear
To catch his bride away!
All tears forever over
In God’s eternal day!

It will be worth it all

When we see Jesus!
Life’s trials will seem so small
When we see Christ.
One glimpse of his dear face,
All sorrow will erase.
So, bravely run the race
Till we see Christ.

At times the sky seems dark,
With not a ray of light;
We’re tossed and driven on,
No human help in sight.
But there is One in heaven,
Who knows our deepest care;
Let Jesus solve your problems,
Just go to him in prayer.

Life’s day will soon be o’re,

All storms forever past;
We’ll cross the great divide
To Glory, safe at last!
We’ll share the joys of heaven:
A harp, a home, a crown;
The tempter will be banished,
We’ll lay our burdens down.

Rejoice In The Lord

God never moves without purpose or plan
When trying His servant and molding a man.
Give thanks to the LORD though your testing seems long;
In darkness He giveth a song.

I could not see through the shadows ahead;
So I looked at the cross of my Savior instead.
I bowed to the will of the Master that day;
Then peace came and tears fled away.

Now I can see testing comes from above;
God strengthens His children and purges in love.
My Father knows best, and I trust in His care;
Through purging more fruit I will bear.

O Rejoice in the LORD

He makes no mistake,
He knoweth the end of each path that I take,
For when I am tried
And purified,
I shall come forth as gold.

Be Still My Soul
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

He Washed My Eyes With Tears

He washed my eyes with tears that I might see, 
The broken heart I had was good for me; 
He tore it all apart and looked inside, 
He found it full of fear and foolish pride. 
He swept away the things that made me blind 
And then I saw the clouds were silver lined; 
And now I understand 'twas best for me 
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see. 
 
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see 
The glory of Himself revealed to me; 
I did not know that He had wounded hands 
I saw the blood He spilt upon the sands. 
I saw the marks of shame and wept and cried; 
He was my substitute for me He died; 
And now I'm glad He came so tenderly; 
And washed my eyes with tears that I might see.


"Then peace came, and tears fled away" 

 Posted on Google+ July 25th 2012

 In the service of my Father
      Hallie