Downcast
Canon 5D Markll, 50 1.2L, 1.4 aperture, 1/640 shutter, 100 ISO
There are times when our heads hang down. These Gerber daisies portrayed that so well today as I prayed for a friend who has lost her baby. How I wept for her and her husband, as I asked our God for comfort and hope for them today. I too have lost a child, and know this grief, and its crushing weight. How can we do anything but hang our heads?
I love how the flowers are not alone. They are bending downward together, as if in unity, in friendship. When one hurts, we all hurt. This is true community. It reminds me of the passage in Romans 12:15 ~“Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep”. I love this. We are not alone. I remember the comfort of having someone just come sit with with me, whether I wanted to cry, talk, or just be silent. The truest friends came in a spirit of humility, not presuming anything. Just loving. Just being. Just being there. Yes. Just being present.
God is ultimately the lifter of our heads, and only He can do it. The best part is, He wants to and He will. I know that for my friend. I have seen it in my own life and in the lives of those I love.
Lift our heads, oh God.
Psalm 3:3 ~ “But You, O LORD, are a shield about me, My glory, and the One who lifts my head.”
When Heads Hang Low
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Mary Anne, beautiful words that i just read as I try hard to sleep.
profound and moving, True and descriptive.
I remember my love . . .
Friends . . . especially the non-talking unmovable types who just hung their head in loving community.
And then God . . .