A reflection on Psalm 77:
He put his sleeping daughter in her stroller and they went out in the summer rain to the breezeway for privacy’s sake.There, in the rain, he told me secrets that shook me to my very core. That broke my heart. That broke me.I listened to him crying out through the phone, I listened to the sound of the rain falling around him and I ached to be there. I ached to be home. To hold him. To tell him that everything was gonna be okay.But I couldn’t. I couldn’t suddenly be in Indianapolis and I couldn’t promise restoration. And later, after saying “I love you” didn’t feel like enough; later, after we had said our good byes; later, as my own tears mixed with the falling water from my showerhead, I cried out to God and my soul refused to be comforted.
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Words: Natalie Perkins
Image: alxndr jones
Music: Dead Combo
