Inspiration

I started reading a great book today, "Empty Womb, Aching Heart" by Marlo Schalesky from which I adapted the title to my previous blog entry. It is a compilation of true stories of couples experiencing infertility and how even though they did all not find answers or get pregnant, they all found comfort in God and strength in faith. It is very insightful and deals with all sorts of problems like strained marriages, tests of faith, jealously at other people's pregnancies (especially unwanted ones), feeling punished, losing yourself to your despair, insensitive people and their unsolicited advice, etc. I have been feeling like we aren't a family anymore with Rachel in New York and a particular narrative in the book helped me realize that we are a family, even if it is just the two of us. I especially wanted to post a great poem from Chapter 18. Unfortunately, I have no clue who to credit for it.

He Is There

When dreams are as dying things
Withering in your grasp,
When hope becomes a stranger
In a parched, desolate land,
When vision has all but vanished
As mist before the fire,
He is there.
When prayers crumble at your feet
In wisps of shattered words,
When night gathers dark and deep
Shrouding trails of light,
When all seems lost forever
As if day will never dawn,
He is there.
When you look deep inside
And see the barren soil,
When despair has gained mastery
And tears have all run dry,
When there's no one left, nothing left
But the bitter taste of death,
He is there.
As He was in Gethsemane
The night before the trial,
As He was at Calvary
When nails were driven deep,
As He lay within the tomb
Before the dawn of life,
He is there.