tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post6095247627446475292..comments2023-10-17T04:39:04.912-04:00Comments on lattes & rainy days: Dispatches From a Dark Nightkirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09789771023962578029noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-48375389156014801232010-09-10T20:49:16.106-04:002010-09-10T20:49:16.106-04:00Always praying...Always praying...HennHousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14211470969275795779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-19056079513314416732010-09-10T16:05:40.718-04:002010-09-10T16:05:40.718-04:00Hi Kirsten,
I have stood where you are. On a diff...Hi Kirsten, <br />I have stood where you are. On a different journey but also experienced that dark night of the soul. Where it feels so dark and silent and empty.<br />The only thing I have to offer you is that when you can't hold onto God, others around you will hold on for you. <br />When you have reached the end of faith, others will have faith for you. <br />And when you can't even find the thoughts let alone the words to pray other than "please God, please God" others will pray for you.<br />I will hold on for you and pray for you and have faith for your breakthrough, here from a little island across the seaSammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12196141425469259485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-69117352060208349322010-09-10T02:02:37.802-04:002010-09-10T02:02:37.802-04:00Kirsten, this post reminded me of a song written b...Kirsten, this post reminded me of a song written by a Canadian singer/songwriter named Steve Bell, also titled, "Dark Night of the Soul". The lyrics are here http://stevebell.com/2007/06/dark-night-of-the-soul/<br /><br />I pray that as the song lyrics say, you will meet in the cold and barren night the one your heart knows so well, and that in that place, you will be able to rest peacefully.<br /><br />hugs and many prayers.<br /><br />LisaLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09921826593766725264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-62829861603638684032010-09-10T01:26:07.690-04:002010-09-10T01:26:07.690-04:00I try to find words, but I have none. I have a bro...I try to find words, but I have none. I have a broken heart, a tear streaked face, and big hugs filled with lots of love for you, James, and Ewan. My prayers continue for you...Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10537945975295151327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-23361735526349589342010-09-09T18:16:46.073-04:002010-09-09T18:16:46.073-04:00These truths you are living make my heart weep and...These truths you are living make my heart weep and ache for you. I want so badly to be powerful as God in these times: to take it away and make all things well. <br /><br />I can't do that. <br /><br />And right now, God's not doing it either. <br /><br />And I don't know why. <br /><br />I hate this for you. <br /><br />As you know, the little granddaughter of my pastor died this week. She was a feisty, beautiful angel. Her dad, Josh, blogged daily about what their family was going through each and every day after the brain cancer diagnosis that came 10 weeks ago. <br /><br />Through his blog, people all over the world who didn't know his little girl came to know her. Came to know their famly. Came to know their pain, their joy, their ache, their faith. Came to pray. Came to weep. <br /><br />Today was her funeral, and it was a testimony to holding onto faith in the dark places, worshiping and trusting God even when it hurts like hell. <br /><br />I pray this faith for you, too, in this dark night. <br /><br />I love you.christiannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06278757714101308785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-34441635798235678582010-09-09T15:51:02.454-04:002010-09-09T15:51:02.454-04:00I think that sometimes, when we Christians hear ab...I think that sometimes, when we Christians hear about someone else's struggles, we fall into this trap of thinking, "I should give a reply that advertises God's goodness and give a positive, cheerful Christian response." As if God needs us to be his PR department or something. But then I remember that simple verse, "Jesus wept." What he wept about was something he knew he would fix in the end, but I think he was weeping in compassion for others. I hope that you have friends there who can just hug you and have tears of compassion in their eyes.Maryann E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12657281659463875079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-18849126320248217632010-09-09T13:37:05.836-04:002010-09-09T13:37:05.836-04:00I always cry reading these posts from you.
I am n...I always cry reading these posts from you.<br /><br />I am not where you are. I cannot begin to imagine being where you are. But I know that you are deeply known, and that God is holding you in a way that I have not known myself.<br /><br />I hold you too, and Ewan, and James - close to my heart. And oddly, I am watching for good news here, because I believe it is coming. I wish I knew the shape of it, but I know the shape of His heart who holds you.<br /><br />♥ kKelly Sauerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14138861838948184728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-86783711953549841772010-09-09T11:56:47.338-04:002010-09-09T11:56:47.338-04:00Thank you for sharing your heart. I have nothing t...Thank you for sharing your heart. I have nothing to offer you but my prayers, and those you have. My husband and I are sitting in a similar place of knowing God in the distance but unable to hear his voice as we come to terms with another miscarriage. Our desire to be parents, and our joy at two lines on a test becomes just a big ball of fear as cramping becomes overwhelming and our dream is, for this moment ended. This fear is not from him but there seems to be cruelty in his silence and I fight to find his peace and I struggle to find his light there.<br />Trusting in His goodness is not easy but I would fall apart totally without the hope that above all I am loved and known completely. I pray that truth is heavy on your hearts today.Chrissiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15615220571295789613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-79458584121390071402010-09-09T11:36:18.152-04:002010-09-09T11:36:18.152-04:00No words, not even for my prayers for you. Just yo...No words, not even for my prayers for you. Just your names - Kirsten, James, Ewan - repeated toward the mountain where He dwells.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220448315369951650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-87849544236233951472010-09-09T11:34:36.218-04:002010-09-09T11:34:36.218-04:00I just wanted to let you know that in a sense, I&#...I just wanted to let you know that in a sense, I'm here. I'm not in Seattle, granted, but I'm praying for you, that God will give you courage and strength and mercy and grace, that you will know his love and the love of the body of Christ.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing this.heatherhttp://heatheragoodman.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-11182230822539114762010-09-09T10:36:25.655-04:002010-09-09T10:36:25.655-04:00this took my breath away.
and I just borrowed Dar...this took my breath away.<br /><br />and I just borrowed Dark NIght of the Soul, Thomas Moore , from the library yesterday. Because I don't have answers. I won't pretend to have them for you . <br />but if we give each other our dark and light, give each other our whole , is that something? Is that a whisper of hope? That we don't know ... but can be quieted and lamenting and joyous together.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.com