I Never Cry Alone

By Melissa Wren

I never cry alone

for when You’re with me I am home.

You never cease to be

the fullness inside of me.

And when I’m standing still,

I’m in the center of Your will.

You take me by the hand

leading me through the sinking sand

Of time as it passes by

showing Your promises never lie.

Through disappointment and tears of pain

Your arms around me, Your strength I gain.

I never cry alone

with my sorrow You do moan.

And in the joy we do rejoice

The good or bad, I hear Your voice.

You say, “Sweet child, precious wife

I weep with you during your strife.

You never cry alone,

I’m here until I call you home.”

The Best is Yet to Come

The Best Is Yet To Come

By Melissa Wren

You’re all I need, Lord.

Without you,

I’m incomplete.

I’m waiting,

I’m ready,

to be swept off my feet.

Dazzle me to tears

Destroy all my fears

I want nothing more than

To fall in love with you

Court me

Support me

Like you already do

just make me aware

of things I’ve never seen before

The beauty and wonder that makes you You.

Blow my mind,

Fill my heart with your love,

A spirit so pure and true

Pump the blood you shed through my veins

Make me one with you.

Bring me the fragrance of your flowers                                                          

The gentle touch of your healing hands                                                                

the warmth of your holy embrace,                                                                         

leave the kiss of your breath upon my face                                                  

I hear you say, Be patient                                                                                                 

I know you’re tempted to run,                                              

but just wait,                                

The best is yet to come.

Finish the Race

“Let us lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and run with endurance the race that is set before us.” Hebrews 12:1

When I’m in chronic pain, whether it be physical and/or emotional, I have a choice in how I’m going to respond. I can react in a way that pleases and glorifies God or I can behave selfishly and throw myself a pity party. I’ve certainly done the latter more times than I’d like to admit because it’s hard, and I’ve chosen not to focus on God’s purposes in it.

Currently I’m ashamed to say that I’ve allowed the reality of dealing with four distinct illnesses to overwhelm me. It’s easy to want to give up; the hard thing is to choose to continue to fight with the strength God gives me each day. I’ve discovered that every day is a new day, meaning my circumstances are usually challenging in different ways, and if I don’t force myself to thank God for all He’s given me and for what I do have, then Satan gets a foothold.

I probably wouldn’t trade all the “problems” I think I have with another’s because my list of blessings far outweighs them. What do I really have to complain about? Nothing. I’m reminded of Jesus and everything he suffered and know He understands. He literally took on the weight of the world and died for me for all the mistakes I’ve made in my life so that I can spend eternity with Him. I’m so undeserving, and yet He loves me just the way I am. How can I possibly let pain get the best of me?

“Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or faint hearted.” Hebrews 12:3