Held

On September 12th, Josiah would have been 11 years old.  I woke up to a drizzly, cloudy day, as if the heavens were weeping with me.  As I got into my car, a song came on the radio.  It was a song that I had heard a number of times, but I had never before paid attention to the lyrics.  I truly had no idea what it was about.  But on this day, something prompted me to really listen to the song.  Here is what I heard:

(Held by Natalie Grant)

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our Savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

Amazing!  That God would  reach down to remind me that He knows my sorrow, that he weeps with me, and that He holds me still in the palm of His hands.