There’s a small journal in my purse most days. I’ve been carrying it around with me now for the better part of 2014. because I’m forgetful. Friends tell me things, troubles and struggles and I want to sincerely pray for them. Seriously, if I don’t write it down, I can’t remember.
I don’t tell you to puff myself up or anything. No – I tell you because I took a long look at the list recently. There are answered prayers – a lot of them, and for that I am so grateful to our Heavenly Father. But then, there is a lot that remains – brokenness, hopelessness, darkness. Many sleepless nights and anxious days are represented in my little journal. It is hard for me to read what I’ve written in my journal sometimes, let alone pray, without doubting.
just being honest here.
Last night I went to a concert where the artist, Andrew Peterson, finished with one last number. And I wept thru the entire song. Actually, I ugly cried. Though I’ve heard the song many, many times, I realized something in my heart, not just my head.
Jesus, Himself – love embodied to the world – is the real and true response to every entry in my journal. Sometimes it is easier to expect simple, physical or earthly comfort as the answer. But really, at the end of every crushing blow and series of horrible events – there is Jesus. He is love eternal. And I don’t believe there is a more thorough or better answer that is promised to every prayer request ever uttered.
Friends, I give you these words. May your heart be encouraged as mine was.
After the last tear falls…
After the last tear falls, after the last secret’s told
After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone
After the last child starves and the last girl walks the boulevard
After the last year that’s just too hard
There is love
Love, love, love
There is love
Love, love, love
There is love
After the last disgrace, after the last lie to save some face
After the last brutal jab from a poison tongue
After the last dirty politician, after the last meal down at the mission
After the last lonely night in prison
There is love
Love, love, love
There is love
Love, love, love
There is love
And in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again
We’ll see how the tears that have fallen
Were caught in the palms of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we’ll look back on these tears as old tales
‘Cause after the last plan fails, after the last siren wails
After the last young husband sails off to join the war
After the last, this marriage is over
After the last young girl’s innocence is stolen
After the last years of silence that won’t let a heart open
There is love
Love, love, love
There is love
And in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again
We’ll see how the tears that have fallen
Were caught in the palms of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we’ll look back on these tears as old tales
‘Cause after the last tear falls there is love
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