Sorrow Mixed with Light

Steve Green has always been one of my favourite singers and his album, "Somewhere in Between" has be poignantly relevant, ministering to me in my darkest days.

Let me share one of the lyrics of a song in this album here, the words of which I would fully echo:

Sorrow Mixed With Light

How beautiful and frail
Are all the days we share
How fragile is this breath of life
Like mist on the field
Will vanish in the wind
All we've come to know
Fades before our eyes

And what tomorrow brings
Who of us can say
Beyond this sorrow mixed with light
For somewhere in between
The beauty and the tears
This is where we live our lives

My eyes look to You.
You're the hope of my days
My eyes look to You as I cry out Your name
And I wait for all things to be remade

Not every earthly tear
That falls is wiped away
For some are like refining fire
That turn my heart to You, my one desire

Six months has passed...

Today marks 6 months since Juliana was promoted to glory with the Lord. How time flies! The continual flashes of memory of that eventful final week of her earthly life now and then reminds me dearly of the pain and suffering she went through. The moments spent in hospital by her side... Her quiet endurance of pain and discomfort... Even that final hour and the final breath... All these remain firmly etched in my mind. Absence does makes the heart grow fonder. I'm looking forward to the day when the heartaches and sorrow will give way to immeasurable joy as we meet again in God's presence.

Till then, I want to continue to trust God for daily strength, wisdom and sustenance to run and complete my "race".

Lord, help me to finish well and to do what you will bid me do for this time and in this life!

Jesus, Lover of my soul

The beautiful and richly comforting words of Charles Wesley's hymn filled my mind this morning. Oh where, but where could I run to, except to Christ's bosom to find refuge and strength!

Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.

Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.

Yes, 'tis but for the grace of God which sustains me day by day...