Take My hand, child
It feels so dark I cannot see
Hold out your heavenly hankie, Father
Wipe away my tears
If that’s not in your plan because I
Need to shed them, then
Comfort all my
I cling to simple facts
Your Son died for me. He is risen and
Will come again
(Must my comfort wait ‘til then?)
Oh, Lord, be Thou my vision
Let me make it through the night
Can you fill this gaping hole
Tubes and beeps and shallow
Be still my soul
Sobs shudder to a stop. Vitals
Sink like the Titanic. You’ll
Shelter me in the midst of the storm,
Lord. Rescue me from panic.
I wrote this poem during Pedro’s stay in ICU, several weeks after arriving in San Francisco. I knew God had his hand in everything that happened, but I still had whimpers of doubt and despair despite my faith.
And that’s ok. Jesus himself felt moments of despair (the Garden of Gethsemane). Throughout our caregiving journeys, we have the assurance that Jesus suffered and knows our despair. He will help us through.
As Paul says, “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair.” (2 Corinthians 4:8, NIV)
God IS near. He knows your every sigh of despair. Hold on. His hand reaches out to you. (tweet this)
Have you ever felt a moment of utter despair in your caregiving journey? Share with us.