my hero

a song for my husband - the strong, silent type. after our first natural disaster (tornado) together, i find i have a lot to learn about him...

i see you wincing through the pain

i would wipe the tears away

i feel you trembling in the rain

only i see you this way

i watch you as the days unfold

your patience, wearing thin

i wait to hear you speak to me,

oh baby, let me in 

the wind may blow our shelter down

the calm may never come

the hail may tear our world apart

and lead us far from home

still, in this storm i see you

i see you standing tall

your posture is sky-reaching

though the sky may truly fall

and fall and fall

i see you and i feel you

i would wipe the tears away

i know you and i love you

only i see you this way

i watch you as the days unfold 

your patience, wearing thin

i wait to hear you speak to me,

oh baby, let me in 

my hero

you’re reaching out to me

i’m the only one you hold like this

i feel you pull me in

my hero

When the Saints

Three weeks and two days ago, I was sitting in my pjs at my computer, listening to my sister’s Sara Groves cd. I was playing and replaying the song, When the Saints, and I had looked up the lyrics online so I could read along as the words so powerfully sang out:

(Click to listen)

I was interrupted part-way through the song, at one point, by a tornado that ripped through my town and took my home from my husband and me. Chaos and trauma ensued, filling our lives for the next three weeks, threatening to do so even now as I type, and into the days ahead.

A few minutes ago, I was sitting in my parents’ camping chair in my new home, with my stuff surrounding me and emotions running wild. My heart was bursting as I ate my scrambled eggs in front of the computer, listening to When the Saints once again. Only then did I recall exactly what I had been doing when the storm came crashing into our lives those weeks ago: my heart had been bursting then, too, and I had been yearning for something deeper in my soul - a spiritual experience with my Heavenly Father. Something that would change me and make me more real, more charitable, more understanding and more productive in this life for eternity.

I think back again to the devastation caused by the wind, water and hail that afternoon. The memories and news of broken homes and lives cause great heartache. And in my own little life today, I see something. Deduce what you will, but I say this thing is good for me. Maybe the cry of my heart was heard and answered. Maybe something here is happening for eternity and maybe it’s going to be okay.