Home Once More: Day 46 - Tiny Drops of Humanity

"Those tiny drops of humanity. Those round, wet balls

of fluid that tumble from our eyes, creep down our cheeks,

and splash on the floor of our hearts.... They are miniature

messengers, on call twenty-four hours a day to substitute for

crippled words. They drip, drop, and pour from the corner of

our souls, carrying with them the deepest emotions we possess."

No Wonder They Call Him The Savior

Max Lucado

Heartbreak, despair, loneliness, fear, isolation, horror...how can words describe the depth of a soul grasping for meaning or understanding in a condition of heart and mind where there is no explanation, no way to express the misery, defeat, or lack of consolation. We try, but words fail. Only One offers comfort we can accept at these moments of inexpressible crying out in our pain. And it is often at these times when someone hits rock bottom they are able to grab hold the hand of grace extending out to them. "Hope for the helpless, rest for the weary, love for the broken heart...."

Yesterday while visiting on the phone with a trusted friend whom I call brother, I made a miserable attempt to express the brokenness of my life and my present concerns for people who simply do not see and do not want to understand. Who are so insecure regardless of their achievements that they must fight these battles to prove themselves correct. It doesn't matter who suffers the consequences of their actions.

Moses stood before an entire generation of people who failed to see the grace of God, who grumbled and complained even when they were seeing the riches of the land of promise, a land overflowing with "milk and honey." They saw the impossibilities which loomed higher and greater than the obvious bounty they could possess if they only trusted. The consequence was the death of a generation, save two, and a forty years wilderness trip of more grumbling, complaining, and eventual dying off of that generation, never to partake of the promised land. Is it any different today? Where is our trust, where is our faith?

There is so much tragedy around us, and we fail we see or try to understand. We complain about the tiniest inconvenience missing the glory all around us. So unconcerned for anyone other than ourselves and our disadvantages.

God's heart is broken, our Savior cries, and I feel it...can't you? If you are broken, if your lonely, if your heart cries out for someone to believe...so does He all the more, because He does love you. He loves me.

Look carefully at the faces and write your own story of the message you see in each: