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The Promise Was When Everything Fell We'd be Held

I came across this very touching song by Natalie Grant on a friend's blog. I thought of my sister and the deep pain that she has gone through with the loss of her Taylor, and yet aren't we told that when life is roughest we would have the arms of peace around us? Some say that despite all the difficulties that they face, that in their hardest hour they never felt alone.

They felt held- in the arms of a loving Savior.

If you want to watch the video on this site, scroll down to the bottom of this page and pause the music.

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.

Another year... Further from little Tay

I am pondering on what 2010 might bring to me and my family. But in the back of my mind, well actually all that's on my mind, is that is one year further away from Taylor. 3 whole years and this will be the fourth. I can't believe that I have lasted this long, that I have been able to push through each day and live. My kids are getting excited because Sunday they find out who their new primary teachers are. But, me.. My Taylor would be a sunbeam. A SUNBEAM! It's too weird to think about, but why do I think it, all the time? I look at the faces of these little ones and think, "This is where he should be. He belongs here." The sunbeams coming in this year are so sweet, innocent.. And he is missing out. I am missing out. WHY? Sorry for the lovely entry. I am having one of those days...

Sweet Child
by Unknown Author

God made a sweet child
a child who never grew old
He made a smile of sunshine
He molded a heart of pure gold.
He made that child as close to an angel
as anyone ever could be
God made a Sweet Child
and He gave that dear child to me
Then God saw His wonderful creation
growing very tired and weak
so He wrapped the child in His loving arms
and said, "You my child I keep"
But now my Sweet Child is an angel
Free from hurt and pain
I'll love you forever, until we meet again
So many times I have missed you
So many times I have cried
If all my love could have saved you
Sweet Child you never would have died.