Music That Comforts

I haven't written because...well, I have been crying so much.  Waking up in the middle of the night by sorrow and pain and such an overwhelming loss.  And even in the daylight, the ache continues.  I've tried to express it, but I can't.  At the slightest whisper of the wind, tears rain down.

I loaded my Ipod today with songs that have helped bring comfort.  A friend sent me a link to the Matthew West song recently.  I saw Mark Schultz perform "When You Come Home" a few years ago and sobbed back then - how much more the song affects me now.  My Mama is Home now, at peace and perfect.  I just miss having My Mama.  We had so many challenging times, but there was a language that I shared with her, an understanding and knowing.  We actually spoke Japanese together...who will I speak with now?  It's just not the same.  I still need her.  I still want her.  So much.

Matthew West "Save A Place"

Don't be mad if I cry

It just hurts so bad sometimes

'Cause everyday it's sinking in

And I have to say goodbye all over again

You know I bet it feels good to have the weight of this world

Off your shoulders now

I'm dreaming of the day

When I'm finally there with you

I have asked the question why

But I guess the answer's for another time

So instead I'll pray with every tear

And be thankful for the time I had you here

Save a place for me

Save some grace for me

I'll be there soon

Mark Schultz "When You Come Home"

I don't think she can hear you the doctor told me

Your mother is fading, it's best that you leave

So I whispered, "I love you" and then turned away

But I stopped at the door when I heard Momma say,

"I love you, son, but they're calling me away.

Promise me before I go...

When you come home, no matter how far

Run through the door and into my arms

It's where you are loved,

It's where you belong

And I will be here when you come home."

Natalie Grant "Held"

We're asking why this happens to us

Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was when everything fell

We'd be held

This hand is bitterness

We want to taste it and

Let the hatred numb our sorrows

The wise hand opens slowly

To lilies of the valley and tomorrow