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Saturday, October 01, 2005

day of despair, night of secrets and discovery

I hate my placement. And honestly, it's making me hate teaching. It's late so that's all I can say for now, but I promise to elaborate later.

It's been a long, awful day, but the night became so much better when Steve called and invited me out to dinner. Details later.

I can't stay awake long enough to write any more so I am just going to fill this in with the lyrics to one of my favorite songs. It's called "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 is 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

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