Light Us Up

A poem (of sorts) for those who carry a heavy burden

I did not at all expect for something like this to be my very next post here.  I’ve had less time to write the last couple of weeks because sometimes life gets a little extra full, a little extra busy.  Not the bad kind of busy, but the laundry and the grocery shopping, the cooking and the cleaning, the school lunches and the sports games.  I lay down my life for them, I lay down my life for Him.

May this shine a little extra light and release a little more hope to those who need it.

Light Us Up

You can hold it all
You’ve got the whole world in your hands

You can carry the weight
You can handle the burden
Of the suffering
Of the ones you love

You can hold it all
Would you come and lift my head?
Would you come and lift their heads?

Prince of Peace, Light of the World
There is no darkness in You,
Even dark is as light to you

Behold the Lamb of God Who takes away the sins of the world
This world is heavy, but You!
You, oh Lamb of God, have given us hope

Carry us
Weep with us
Light us up

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I woke up one day last week feeling so heavy with the weight of suffering.  Not mine, but of those I know.  There were a couple of specific families I had in mind and I felt so deeply burdened and overwhelmed for them.  I know what it is like to suffer and experience the pains of this broken world, when you have no control over what is happening and you can’t fix it. I’ve been there.  All you can do is trust Him, and you do - not perfectly, but you do.  It can be so wearisome though, to live in that tension.

This poem is my prayer, my intercession.  When it is a weight that I cannot bear for myself, let alone for them, it is a weight that He can bear.  And He will, and He does.  Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

poor in spirit = complete surrender, total reliance on God, the one remedy you have is trusting God.

-Tiffany

p.s. the “cleaning” I referred to in the first paragraph, is really more like “maintaining” or “toddler damage control.” Gotta keep it real here, cause in reading all that back to myself, cleaning sounded a little bit too pious for my actual reality.