"I was sure by now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm"
I didn't feel like praising this morning. It amazes me that this God with whom I find myself so angry at times is also the God who never fails to paint the sky gray or orange, never fails to find me when I can't find myself, never fails. At the conclusion of the song, I had to say "thank you" for Taylor. I am so grateful to be her mother; I am so grateful for the perfectly imperfect family we had. Even if I rage against a world without her in it with a heart half empty, I was calmed this morning by how thankful I am for her.