As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. -- Isaiah 55:10-11

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Searching for Survivors

I don't recognize the name. Third one today. I open it and begin to read. Before I am done, tears are slipping down my face, and my heart wants to reach through the internet  and hug long.

For people who don't know what to say, they say much. They say they understand. They say they are alone too. They say their hearts seek to be found.

My heart seeks to find them.

These beautiful people who don't have hands to hold when they put up a tree with familiar ornaments...without familiar presence and familiar faces. These moms and dads navigating the waters of parenting alone. The women finding wholeness in self when more than half of them has been laid to rest.

The ties that bind have come undone. The never ending circle has ended.

The house is empty. The bed is large. The hole is engulfing. The weight is heavy...for hearts so full of full of need...need to be loved...need to be needed.

And they want to know...

"What now?"

And I look to the Father and ask, "What now?"

Surely He did not bring us through the wilderness that we should leave others to wander alone and possibly die there. Surely He did not break our hearts so hard and deep to be so callous to the pieces of others' hearts that litter the ground around us. Surely...Surely...

And I look to the Father and ask, "How?"

I leave the email open and close my eyes. I sit in the quiet, let myself soak in the pain, let my heart remember the darkest places...and know there are others in the dark, others surviving in the wilderness. How do we find them before they give up?

"How do I offer a refuge? How do I build the village in the wilderness that becomes the portal out of the desert? How do we find the survivors before they become the fatalities?"

I am listening....


mizzbrizz said...

God loves the widows and fatherless big and deep! He talks about caring for them over and over again. I know that sometimes promises are just words, but Daddy never disappoints!

Jerri Kelley said...

Mizzbrizz, you are SO right, and I plan a full-blown blog on this, but you know, it isn't just the physical widows and orphans. It is the emotional ones--the ones abandoned by parents or spouses, the ones hurt by churches (sad but true), the people who have gone through layoffs or bankruptcies. There are so many people who hurt, and hurt is hurt. Satan wants us to get self-centered and say, "Well, no one was there for me," and be angry. God wants to take the anger and make it passion...that no one else EVER feels alone like that. We have the power to make all the difference...if we are willing to have a different perspective and use our pain to become powerful.

Kristi Davis said...

Jerri, I have wondered the same sometimes, for a totally different dark and lonely wilderness season I went through. I like what you said, it could be for very different reasons, but the pain and loneliness is the same, and as a survivor myself, I wonder how can I help those who are there? It is such a horrible place to be... still praying and waiting for God to open a door. Thanks for sharing!

Jerri Kelley said...


"I wonder how can I help those who are there? It is such a horrible place to be...."

Just wow...the compassionate ache in words can be felt through my screen. THAT is what changes the world. THAT is what opens the door for Heaven to invade earth. THAT is the kind of passion I would want searching for me.

Simply undone....