Here is a psalm of lament I wrote inspired by loss. This Saturday, July 3rd, we will be back in action for good and l was intending on saving this post until then, but I’m too excited and I can’t wait. I hope you enjoy, and I will see you all on Saturday!
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A psalm of lament. Of David.
A dead dream is painful. It bruises the soul.
The death of a dream pushes to the edge of God’s impossibility.
How can a dead thing live again?
Who, but God alone, can give life where death reigns?
But my dream has died and I have been in denial for a long time.
Denial numbs one to reality.
Denial is dangerous,
it is deadly.
It is delusional. It will leave you holding on to the hands of dead men, despite the stench of decay.
But now I must face reality.
And reality hurts. It stings and it takes me back to the moment my heart was broken. Where dreams deferred became dreams denied.
“I have a dream,” yeah, I had one too.
But it’s in the pit. Never to rise again.
Lord, give me the strength to move on. To surrender to your Lordship of my heart.
No one said that grace was not painful.
God’s gracious path for me hurts.
My desires were errant.
My desires were faulty.
My desires? They lead to false hope and false dreams.
I must come to face the reality of the death of my dreams.
I have to bury them and there is no hope in the grave.
I called on Jesus, but he did not answer me.
“Lord, do not let this happen.” But it did.
“Lord, all things are possible for you.” But what was not possible was my dream living to see another day.
I have given up hope. It has dried up.
Yet, I hear the Lord asking, “Can these dreams live again?”
Only you know, Lord.
All I know is they are dead.
And I have no choice but to move on.
Guided by Grace 