It is not one of rebuke, but gentle guidance. It is of kind correction. It is leading me by the hand, softly pulling me in the direction I need to go.
Let me put the hymns down that were those:
Where Can I Turn for Peace
Where can I turn for
peace?
Where is my solace when other sources
cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded
heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart, Searching my soul?
Where, when my
aching grows
Where, when I languish, where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
He answers privately
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane,
Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he
finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and
kind, Love without end
So, let's just say, for me... that's a slap on the wrist. For thinking that friends can't help. For thinking I am alone. For thinking I'm the only one suffering. For being selfish.
I can change me. Yeah, it'll be hard, but it's doable. And with all the friends I have - there's no way I can't get over this. There's just too many people rooting for me. Too many people just BEING there for me. And I love them for that. And can't believe they'd put up with a wreck like me.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found.
There are angels all around me to bear me up - I just have to let them.
Darn tootin' right! Love you back, my friend. Thank you for sharing your insight.
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