You are not hidden
There's never been a moment
You were forgotten
You are not hopeless
Though you have been broken
Your innocence stolen
I hear you whisper underneath your breath
I hear your SOS, your SOS
I will send out an army to find you
In the middle of the darkest night
It's true, I will rescue you
“Rescue” - Lauren Daigle
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I attended a funeral this week and simultaneously saw people I haven’t seen in 10-20 years. That’s enough to make you think about all the things that fill a life.
Since I’ve seen many of those individuals, my life has changed, turned inside out, been completely and utterly rearranged, reformed, renewed. The funeral was not about me of course, but you take time to catch up. Some were aware of my family’s biggest life events. Some were not. Some mentioned them. Some did not.
It is the same with me and their worlds.
It’s been a week of turmoil & rolling panic attacks.
Of needing to sit down, prop myself up, be near a fan.
We went to the mountains, and I brought my heavy thoughts. My buckets of emotions. The same me I’ve always been. 🎒
At one point, near a grove of aspens, the wind kicked up. My dad calls aspens “quakies.” The sound of a breeze in their leaves is one of my favorite sounds on earth. I realized that for all my watch was registering a workout, this was the first time my lungs had tasted real oxygen all week.
And I wondered:
How many thousands or millions of times in life
do you lose your breath,
Only to have God give it back?
