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Afraid of speaking and having my words twisted
Afraid of the message my silence sends
Grieved to have relationship taken from me
Grieved, with no option to make amends
But I am a child of God
Broken, yet I am made whole
Cut off from the future I wanted
But good is secured for my soul.
Perplexed when I look for good reason
Perplexed by deceit and known lies
Angry for bridges now burning
Angry for lost family ties
Guilty of worry and doubting
Guilty, my mind looks for blame
Humbled, belittled and sorry
Humbled by effort so lame
But I am a child of God
Broken, yet I am made whole
Cut off from the future I wanted
But good is secured for my soul.
Wretched am I from betrayal.
Wretched and harmed in the fight
Frantic that time has no answers
Franticly praying at night
But I am a child of God
Broken, yet I am made whole
Cut off from the future I wanted
But good is secured for my soul.
And cheer can be found for the taking
Cheer. Jesus has lifted my head
Joy, brought fresh every morning
Joy overcomes and every dread
Yes, I am a child of my Father
I shall not be moved from His side
He has clothed me with mercy and gladness
Light for my darkness supplied.
Yes, I am a child of God
Broken, yet I am made whole
Cut off from the future I wanted
But good is secured for my soul.
Note from Rita:
Friends who know me well (and some who barely know me) are aware that one of my daughters decided to estrange herself from me, my husband and nearly all of our family. I’ve gone from stunned and frozen to restless and searching – and back again several times for nearly eight years.
Breaking the silence is risky, but I’m ready. The status quo isn’t good enough for a child of the almighty and everlasting God. It isn’t about healing. God is taking care of that. It isn’t about winning, giving up or giving in. God fights those battles that need fighting. And He always wins. I’m tempted to defend myself, but I have no weapon other than my Father’s promises, and anyway, I’m weary from the inner battle.
Breaking the silence does not mean that I am ready to talk about it to just anybody. It simply means that my words won’t be filtered by what I think my daughter needs to hear. That might sound strange, unless you have parented a prodigal.
Surprised? That I would think about parenting a prodigal? Hasn’t the prodigal decided they don’t need parenting? But I’m still parenting – from a distance. Giving her “space.” So I’ve been parenting in silence. In my prayers. In preparation for “some day.” That won’t change.
Breaking the silence is all about surrendering . . . to God’s new design on my life.
Yes, I am a child of God
Broken, yet I am made whole
Cut off from the future I wanted
But good is secured for my soul.
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