"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven..."

When 3:30 in the morning comes along and one is sitting in her bed eyes wide open with voices from the past having a deafening conversation in her mind it's hard to avoid discouragement...and if it were only one night, she thinks, she could handle it...but when its one after another of restless sleep and a smile seems hard to come by the next day due to the pain inflicted, she starts to wonder if it will ever end. Certainly there is a time for everything, and surely God is there in the darkness with her...but there comes a difference between the knowledge of truth and the trusting in it through the black swirling clouds that encompass her. Thankfully her God has placed in her a stubborn streak that refuses to let go of the Hope offered her, but at times, she holds on only by her rapidly breaking fingernails...yet, even so, there is a time for everything...even for this struggle that seems to press on in her soul...with the hope remaining that one day she will overcome those voices and proceed with a life of joy that seems long since forgotten.

Lately you’ve been all blue sky
And I’ve been rain
I don’t mean to bust up your party
With all of my pain

But sometimes my shadows surround me
And you take me in your arms and say

It’s the way we mend
We tear it all down and we’ll start it again
And I don’t know how but you find me where we begin
And that’s just the way, the way that we mend

It’s just that some voices remind me
I’m not strong enough
To put all my demons behind me
And carry this love

But just like an angel of mercy
You take me by my hand and say

They’re pouring out
From my mouth
So many words all spoken wrong
But you come alive
And somehow I find my way

"It's the Way We Mend" By Bebo Norman