Frail..

This is stolen from my husband's Facebook status, where late last night he posted:

"It's been a pretty rough few weeks, and I've found myself at a crossroads for many portions of my life (work, school, church, and many milestones/changes at home that are rapidly approaching.) I spent a better part of my evening just listening to this song over-n-over again. It is incredible for resetting your mind..."

The last few weeks he has lost 2 family members, only a day apart, and my brother-in-law is very very ill, seemingly losing his battle with Wegener's Disease. We were able to visit with another Grandmother while we were home for the funerals - though she is doing well, she is so frail and we know that our time with her is shorter every day. Our kids are growing up so fast, before our very eyes! Devin goes off to college next year, Kayleigh the next. Mike's job is very unstable as the word of technology takes over his business, possibly forcing him out of a job in the next few months - so we are again looking at college options for him. Even though he's seemed so strong through it all, he wasn't... like the rest of us, he is "frail".

For him, this video helped him "reset" a bit...

I watched it this morning, and I listened to the words... I had to watch it twice through the tears. Mike is such a rock through times of trial, rarely shows his feelings and sometimes I wonder how much he really feels because he is so very strong on the outside. But - like all of us - he hides in the shadows, he hides to protect his family.

When we stop hiding from God, fall on our knees and acknowledge His strength, His power, and His love over us... life seems to get easier and things are so much more clear!

These are the lyrics to Jars of Clay: Frail

Convinced of my deception
I've always been a fool
I fear this love reaction
Just like you said I would

A rose could never lie
About the love it brings
And I could never promise
To be any of those things

Chorus:

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...

Blessed are the shallow
Depth they'll never find
Seems to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide

Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

[Chorus]

...frail