A Moment of Silence...to Cry Out

Since Easter Sunday, the familiar words of a scriptural passage have kept resurfacing. If we don't cry out (to Him), the rocks will (Luke 19:40). Returning back from break, there were so many instances this week where there was need to cry out. It appeared that many came back sad, broken hearted, or more tired than when we left. One of my colleagues entered my office before the first bell could even ring and cried from her situations over break. Later, another shared her troubles...and another...and another...Along the same note, I have had some interesting encounters with people from my past. Sadly, I learned of a classmate who has MS and is battling that fight. Her spirits are somewhat high, but I can only imagine the emotions she has been experiencing, having a child to raise alone since her husband left them. Sigh.

I haven't even covered the situations that surround the children that I work with on a daily basis. Our first day from break, I sat in two disciplinary hearings. The struggles and obstacles the parents have to endure while their children sit and could care less. In a meeting later in the week, my heart was uplifted by a young man who is out on long-term suspension. He made some really bad choices, but at the meeting shared some profound things, which inspired the title for this piece.

In the midst of all of the things that occurred this week, I continued to come back to the words, "Even the rocks will cry out!" In the midst of my worries and concerns, I know that I am so blessed. I don't always cry out to let him know just how BIG he is in my life. There are so many songs we sing on Sunday morning and just take for granted. Immediately, "Amazing Grace" and "I Surrender All" come to mind. I have never been much of a fan of the former, but our pastor offered such awesome words after singing it this morning. We never think about the fact that it's more than just a song. HIS grace IS amazing! His love is unending and beyond description.

In my silence, my heart is here singing & shouting out. This week ended roughly with me making a decision that I knew was best for me. I don't always understand why things play out the way they do, but I trust God. I sit here, type and think of the words shared in another blog today with discussion that came from a church service. The sermon topic was defining love, and the writer captured one of the descriptors used: "Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

Hm...There are things coming to mind in my tired state that will take me to my slumber for the night. Hm...Amazing Grace. Unending love. Truly, I am blessed!