It is so hard for me to believe that today is five months to the date that my sweetheart entered Heaven!
I sat at the table at Steak and Shake late last night with friends with my mind wandering.....thinking back to the evening of February 10, 2013 as my precious son and I sat by the bedside of our amazing husband / daddy and watched him breathing some of his final breaths here on earth. I thought about watching the sweet child of my heart as he held his phone close to his daddy's ear so he could hear sweet hymns as he finished his race here on earth. Yes, it was truly easy for my mind to wander and to reminisce. Yes, the tears were so close to the surface - a few even escaping down my face.
I started preparing myself for the waves of emotion as I thought about what today was. I started preparing my mind for the sadness that I would wallow in for at least a while today while I thought about having "lost my husband" on February 11, 2013. Guess what though, I did not LOSE him! I know right where he is at! He is whole, happy, healthy, pain-free, and running the basketball courts of Heaven with no limitations!! Although he is not here on earth with us and we feel like we have lost SO much, he has gained SO much more!
Tears ran down my face as I thought about God's sustaining grace as I drove home. There are no words to express the feelings and emotions that truly have been flooding my heart today. Every time I start to try to express the peace in my heart or the things I have learned....AM learning....it is just a rambling mess (more than my normal rambling, mind you!). How can I, of all people, be at a loss for words when it comes to explaining something? (Yes, I roll my eyes as I say that!)
Don't get me wrong, I have moments....hours.... even days, when it is NOT "okay" and I still cry. A memory will cross my mind. A song will fill my head. I will look at a picture. And yes, I will cry. My heart will overflow with overwhelming sadness at times when I think about the fact that we did not have "enough time together" here on earth and the fact that the most wonderful, amazing young man can't pick up the phone and call his daddy - his best friend - to discuss football scores or just to chat with. I miss feeling our special little signal for "I love you" as we would hold hands. I miss his laugh....his voice....his wisdom. I miss his companionship, his friendship, and his unconditional love for me.
Yes, some days are hard. Yes, sometimes I cry. But, I also find myself laughing at memories, relishing in a peace that, although I know WHERE it comes from, I still find it hard to grasp at times, and smiling at the mental picture of my Mark running, walking, and laughing in a Land where he is whole. When I think about how much he suffered compared to how free he is now.... how could I want anything less for him?!?!
Grief is a process. Healing is a process. Happiness is a choice. Trusting in His divine plan is a choice. But, Grace...... Grace is a gift. I choose to hold tightly to that gift of Grace and relish in the peace that comes with it. It truly makes this journey more bearable.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Do you love my Dad?
Sometimes as "mean" parents we make our kids do unthinkable things! I found myself making my boy do many unthinkable things through our years of homeschooling...writing was one of those especially cruel things. :) As I sat looking at this picture that Kyle and I made for his daddy (Kyle was 10), I am thankful for the cruelty of having him write this paper! Of course reading this resulted in tears, but I cannot help but to be SO grateful for the MAN that God gave Kyle and I. What an example of love as seen through the eyes of a child.
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Why I love my Dad
By Kyle Humphreys, age 10
October 17, 2003
I love my dad because he takes me too the races and the football games and we have fun together.
He takes me horseback riding all around Diamond Dee Ranch.
He lets me play football, basketball, and baseball and he went to every one of my games.
He stayed in the room with me every night and he played Nintendo with me when I was in the hospital and it was fun.
He bought a Sunshine Scooter and it is so much fun.
Do you love my Dad cause I do!
He enjoys watching me.
He got me a fan in my room because he loves me so much.
He got me horses for my bedroom because I like horses and he wants it to look good.
He takes me to the doctor because he loves me so much.
He bought me a playstation and it is so fun and on some games educational.
He bought me a TV and I like watching it so much.
He got us a buggy and it is fun.
He got me Fido and he is so much fun and it is hard to get the mud and fleas off of him but it is still fun.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Hurting hearts
Busy thoughts this afternoon, so I am sharing a rather ramble-y post.....
Sitting here thinking about the last 9 months of my life....the now 4 months since heaven gained my Sweet Love. The tests. The trials. The fears. The prayers. The feelings. The heartache. The heartbreak. Thinking about what I've lost. What I've gained. What I've learned. What I'm learning. The fact that I still have so much to learn. I've been thinking of the blessings even through the tragedies. The rainbows from the rain. There are still bad/hard days, but there are days of merciful grace when I am reassured that I (and my sweet Kyle) WILL be ok. Mark expects no less!! My heart breaks that my son will experience his first Father's Day, with his daddy in heaven, so far from home, but at the same time there is peace that his daddy is watching over him and so proud of him.
While all of these thoughts, feelings, and emotions go through my head and heart today, I find myself SO heavy hearted for other hurting people today. The tears I have shed this afternoon are because despite everything I have been through, the hurt doesn't stop just because I feel like a part of my life did. The hurts continue all around us....all around me. People continue to suffer, hurt, and grieve. Tears continue to be shed. Hearts continue to break.
I pray, so earnestly, that I don't wallow in self pity, but that I use just ONE thing I've learned, or am learning, to be a blessing to someone else who is hurting. I want to be a blessing despite my pain.
If more people stopped and said a prayer FOR hurting souls instead of talking ABOUT them....... What a change that could elicit in not just their lives, but our own.
Please God, let me a lifter of hurting souls and an encouragement to the down hearted. Let me be be quietly prayerful when words aren't needed, but give me wisdom when I speak. Help me close my ears to gossiping and rumors and live Psalms 19:14.
Yes, it's definitely time to start blogging again!!!
Thursday, March 21, 2013
The Encounter
His name is William.
He is homeless.
He will never know how he touched my heart and life.
I think he was sent to remind me of the promise of hope....of love....of caring...of life...of more promises than I can sit and list.
Maybe he thinks I was put in his life for a moment for him, but without a doubt, the moment was for me.
Here is the story of how William touched my life:
I needed to do laundry. Okay, so maybe this was an understatement. I had realized that I actually had laundry from before Mark had been hospitalized in November that needed to be done. A trip to the Laundromat was definitely in order. Three loads at once...ah, the best way to do laundry! My sweet step mom decided to gather up some laundry of her own and go with me.
It was late. The Laundromat was quiet. We were set with diet drinks, snacks, and lots of quarters. Laundry was started - three loads for her and three for me.
Because we waited until after church on a Wednesday night, we did not even get to the Laundromat until almost midnight. Thankfully we are both night owls, so this was no big deal. As I sorted clothes into the washers I came across a few articles of clothing that were my sweet Mark's - bittersweet moment for sure. A couple of people came and went during our wash cycle, but everyone just kept to themselves.
Then he came in. He was a bit disheveled and his clothes were tattered and dirty. He carried a backpack with him, about as tattered as his clothes. He was quiet. He came in and sat for a few minutes, minding his own business. He seemed surprisingly young - I don't think he could have been over 35-40. I motioned over to my step mom, with a warning look on my face, to watch our purses and the quarters we had for laundry. My first instinct was to be cautious.
Then he left.
A little bit of time passed and our clothes were drying when he came back in. Again, the instinct to be cautious kicked in.
I went over to sit down while folding socks. He was sitting there quietly, almost as if trying to be invisible - really focused on not bothering us. I came across a pair of Mark's socks that were still pretty damp for some reason, so I set them to the side.
Mom and I were talking about some infomercial that was on TV when he spoke up. He was so respectful, so nice....so smart. I cannot explain the feeling that overcame me except that I was strangely drawn to this man.
After chatting about the infomercial for a few moments, I picked up the still damp socks and asked the man if he could "use" a pair of socks, apologizing that they were damp. He looked almost shocked that I offered and graciously accepted. He handled the socks like they were golden - almost reverently. Not caring that they were damp, he removed his shoes and put on the socks. I noticed that he had no socks on before that! He was so grateful, so humble.
He introduced himself. His name was William.
It then crossed my mind that as I had sorted the laundry there were other items of clothing that this man might be able to wear. I cannot explain the peace that had overcome my entire spirit at this time. I proceeded to offer him the remaining clothes - a shirt, a pair of slickies, a pair of shorts, and even a pair of dress pants. This was no "chance encounter" - the clothes were EXACTLY his size!
William started crying. He tried to hide it. He was so humbled. So touched. So grateful. It was as if he had been given the most incredible gift ever. What he did not realize is what this encounter was doing to MY heart... to MY spirit. It was almost as if Mark had stepped down from heaven and was handing these gifts to William himself in his loving, caring, considerate way.
William offered to help us take our laundry to our cars and for some reason it seemed ok. As he helped take baskets to the car my mom remembered a blanket that was in her car that we really did not need - she offered him the blanket. More tears. More thanks. More gratefulness.
Before we left we gave William a gospel tract from our church and told him that God loved him and that we believed that God had truly put him in our path that night. We also made sure that William had enough money for coffee and a hot meal. (not something I would normally do, but again...it just seemed right.) A light shone in William's eyes that had not been there before. Honestly, I think a light shone in my eyes that had not been there before either.
This encounter with this homeless man name William touched my heart so deeply. I am not even really sure of the words to describe how I was touched by this. I believe that God himself put William in my path to be a blessing to me - NOT the other way around.
When I left the Laundromat that night I had a renewed feeling of hope - of peace - even of life itself.
To most people this might just seem like a simple story of a homeless man being given clothes by a lady doing laundry, but it was honestly SO, SO much more.
As I got in my car to drive away, William could be seen in the Laundromat smiling and pulling on the pair of slickies that he had been given, right up over his pants.
And me? I drove home with a smile on my face and a peace in my heart!
He is homeless.
He will never know how he touched my heart and life.
I think he was sent to remind me of the promise of hope....of love....of caring...of life...of more promises than I can sit and list.
Maybe he thinks I was put in his life for a moment for him, but without a doubt, the moment was for me.
Here is the story of how William touched my life:
I needed to do laundry. Okay, so maybe this was an understatement. I had realized that I actually had laundry from before Mark had been hospitalized in November that needed to be done. A trip to the Laundromat was definitely in order. Three loads at once...ah, the best way to do laundry! My sweet step mom decided to gather up some laundry of her own and go with me.
It was late. The Laundromat was quiet. We were set with diet drinks, snacks, and lots of quarters. Laundry was started - three loads for her and three for me.
Because we waited until after church on a Wednesday night, we did not even get to the Laundromat until almost midnight. Thankfully we are both night owls, so this was no big deal. As I sorted clothes into the washers I came across a few articles of clothing that were my sweet Mark's - bittersweet moment for sure. A couple of people came and went during our wash cycle, but everyone just kept to themselves.
Then he came in. He was a bit disheveled and his clothes were tattered and dirty. He carried a backpack with him, about as tattered as his clothes. He was quiet. He came in and sat for a few minutes, minding his own business. He seemed surprisingly young - I don't think he could have been over 35-40. I motioned over to my step mom, with a warning look on my face, to watch our purses and the quarters we had for laundry. My first instinct was to be cautious.
Then he left.
A little bit of time passed and our clothes were drying when he came back in. Again, the instinct to be cautious kicked in.
I went over to sit down while folding socks. He was sitting there quietly, almost as if trying to be invisible - really focused on not bothering us. I came across a pair of Mark's socks that were still pretty damp for some reason, so I set them to the side.
Mom and I were talking about some infomercial that was on TV when he spoke up. He was so respectful, so nice....so smart. I cannot explain the feeling that overcame me except that I was strangely drawn to this man.
After chatting about the infomercial for a few moments, I picked up the still damp socks and asked the man if he could "use" a pair of socks, apologizing that they were damp. He looked almost shocked that I offered and graciously accepted. He handled the socks like they were golden - almost reverently. Not caring that they were damp, he removed his shoes and put on the socks. I noticed that he had no socks on before that! He was so grateful, so humble.
He introduced himself. His name was William.
It then crossed my mind that as I had sorted the laundry there were other items of clothing that this man might be able to wear. I cannot explain the peace that had overcome my entire spirit at this time. I proceeded to offer him the remaining clothes - a shirt, a pair of slickies, a pair of shorts, and even a pair of dress pants. This was no "chance encounter" - the clothes were EXACTLY his size!
William started crying. He tried to hide it. He was so humbled. So touched. So grateful. It was as if he had been given the most incredible gift ever. What he did not realize is what this encounter was doing to MY heart... to MY spirit. It was almost as if Mark had stepped down from heaven and was handing these gifts to William himself in his loving, caring, considerate way.
William offered to help us take our laundry to our cars and for some reason it seemed ok. As he helped take baskets to the car my mom remembered a blanket that was in her car that we really did not need - she offered him the blanket. More tears. More thanks. More gratefulness.
Before we left we gave William a gospel tract from our church and told him that God loved him and that we believed that God had truly put him in our path that night. We also made sure that William had enough money for coffee and a hot meal. (not something I would normally do, but again...it just seemed right.) A light shone in William's eyes that had not been there before. Honestly, I think a light shone in my eyes that had not been there before either.
This encounter with this homeless man name William touched my heart so deeply. I am not even really sure of the words to describe how I was touched by this. I believe that God himself put William in my path to be a blessing to me - NOT the other way around.
When I left the Laundromat that night I had a renewed feeling of hope - of peace - even of life itself.
To most people this might just seem like a simple story of a homeless man being given clothes by a lady doing laundry, but it was honestly SO, SO much more.
As I got in my car to drive away, William could be seen in the Laundromat smiling and pulling on the pair of slickies that he had been given, right up over his pants.
And me? I drove home with a smile on my face and a peace in my heart!
Monday, March 18, 2013
The simple things (and other stuff)
Such a simple thing. Fresh strawberries, rinsed, then sliced into a bowl and sprinkled with a dash of Truvia sweetener. The fresh, cool berry kissed with just the perfect amount of sweetness and a hint of tartness. I actually smiled as I sat and ate my late night snack. Sometimes it is about learning (or relearning) to appreciate the simple things.
It is unconceivable in some ways that my sweet love has been in heaven for five weeks. It seems like just yesterday that God gave us the grace to say goodbye....for now. I have learned so much already and am so thankful that God is by my side every step of the way. Some lessons have been hard. Some lessons have been confusing. Some lessons will take time to master. Some lessons have helped me by purging negative things and people from my life.... Those lessons have actually been pretty rewarding. I can only pray that I honor God each step of the way and that I can be a blessing to someone else by what I learn.
Today was another wonderful day at church. I am so blessed by the church family God has given me. I seem to cry or tear up at least once each service. This morning was no different as Matthew sang an amazingly beautiful song during the morning service. My awesome friend, Amber, who has such a sweet, sensitive spirit, is always so wonderful about knowing just the things to say or do, even if it is just holding my hand while I cry through the song - like she did this morning. It really was comforting to my heart! See, the simple things (comforting by just holding a hand or being there for someone) can really be amazing!
Well, Team Mark will be the next missionary team going to Ireland in October of 2014!!! I am so very excited about this! What a way to honor Mark's legacy by having a missions trip in his honor! I will tell more about this as time goes on.
I had a lot of thoughts rumbling and rolling around in my head; however, the muscle relaxer that I took earlier seems to have relaxed my brain too - either that or it dissolved my ingenuity! The thoughts are garbled and the brain (and body) are actually tired. Maybe I will actually get a few hours sleep tonight!
There are so many people who continue to keep my sweet Kyle and I in their prayers. I am so grateful for that. Never doubt the power of prayer! I can truly say that the prayers and love and encouragement of so many has made an amazing difference during this journey! I appreciate the continued prayers.... they are still so needed as we continue our journey!
Well, goodnight to all!
It is unconceivable in some ways that my sweet love has been in heaven for five weeks. It seems like just yesterday that God gave us the grace to say goodbye....for now. I have learned so much already and am so thankful that God is by my side every step of the way. Some lessons have been hard. Some lessons have been confusing. Some lessons will take time to master. Some lessons have helped me by purging negative things and people from my life.... Those lessons have actually been pretty rewarding. I can only pray that I honor God each step of the way and that I can be a blessing to someone else by what I learn.
Today was another wonderful day at church. I am so blessed by the church family God has given me. I seem to cry or tear up at least once each service. This morning was no different as Matthew sang an amazingly beautiful song during the morning service. My awesome friend, Amber, who has such a sweet, sensitive spirit, is always so wonderful about knowing just the things to say or do, even if it is just holding my hand while I cry through the song - like she did this morning. It really was comforting to my heart! See, the simple things (comforting by just holding a hand or being there for someone) can really be amazing!
Well, Team Mark will be the next missionary team going to Ireland in October of 2014!!! I am so very excited about this! What a way to honor Mark's legacy by having a missions trip in his honor! I will tell more about this as time goes on.
I had a lot of thoughts rumbling and rolling around in my head; however, the muscle relaxer that I took earlier seems to have relaxed my brain too - either that or it dissolved my ingenuity! The thoughts are garbled and the brain (and body) are actually tired. Maybe I will actually get a few hours sleep tonight!
There are so many people who continue to keep my sweet Kyle and I in their prayers. I am so grateful for that. Never doubt the power of prayer! I can truly say that the prayers and love and encouragement of so many has made an amazing difference during this journey! I appreciate the continued prayers.... they are still so needed as we continue our journey!
Well, goodnight to all!
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The journey continues...
Part of me is in denial that it's already been two weeks (on Monday) that my love went to heaven. Part of me cannot believe it's "only" been two weeks. The days have been busy as much has had to happen in the past two weeks. Much is left that still needs to happen, be taken care of, or whatever, but I am not overly concerned. It's just a "one day at a time" journey right now.
Kyle left this morning to go back to Japan. So proud of this boy that God gave me! So proud of him for serving our country! So proud of the man that he is becoming! I know he is going to continue to make us all (including his dad) proud!
Many tears were shed from my eyes last night and this morning. Such a mixture of emotions. I just lost my love and felt like I was losing my boy too...just so hard to let him go into that airport. I am learning that I have to acknowledge these emotions, not squash them like I would have in the past. I know that nothing I feel is wrong or bad - just things I have to work through. This is already a big step for me!
I am thankful for family and friends that have been a great support system for me lately. I am SO thankful for the faith and trust in the Lord that gives me the strength and peace I need during this time too. I am thankful for "where" I am in my life right now (even compared to not too many months ago) and the things that the Lord has let me see and taught me - I know they strengthened my heart and mind for this phase of my journey. Thank you Lord!!
Kyle and I went to one of the local parks yesterday that Mark and I visited regularly. It was my and Mark's peaceful, perfect little place. We'd feed the squirrels and birds, even the ducks and swans. One of the ladies that works there is relatively new, but started chatting with Kyle and I. Kyle mentioned that Mark and I frequented the park and that his dad had just passed away. The lady stopped for a minute, looking at Kyle and I, and then said, "You are Christians, aren't you?". We said yes. She responded that she could "tell" because of the peace that we had about the situation. She herself was a believer as well! What an encouragement to my heart this moment was! I am so glad that the Lord can get the glory for the peace that He is giving our hearts!!! Yes there is sorrow, yes there are tears, yes there is a LOT of emotion, but YES, there is peace!!
So, my journey continues. It is still a journey of love because the love that Mark gave me, showed me, and taught me encourages me to continue on....because of him and for him! It is still a journey of love because the love the Lord shows me every day encourages and comforts my heart. It is still a journey of love because I have a wonderful boy who will always be the child of my heart and who I will love until the end of time!
It is still a journey of love.....
Kyle left this morning to go back to Japan. So proud of this boy that God gave me! So proud of him for serving our country! So proud of the man that he is becoming! I know he is going to continue to make us all (including his dad) proud!
Many tears were shed from my eyes last night and this morning. Such a mixture of emotions. I just lost my love and felt like I was losing my boy too...just so hard to let him go into that airport. I am learning that I have to acknowledge these emotions, not squash them like I would have in the past. I know that nothing I feel is wrong or bad - just things I have to work through. This is already a big step for me!
I am thankful for family and friends that have been a great support system for me lately. I am SO thankful for the faith and trust in the Lord that gives me the strength and peace I need during this time too. I am thankful for "where" I am in my life right now (even compared to not too many months ago) and the things that the Lord has let me see and taught me - I know they strengthened my heart and mind for this phase of my journey. Thank you Lord!!
Kyle and I went to one of the local parks yesterday that Mark and I visited regularly. It was my and Mark's peaceful, perfect little place. We'd feed the squirrels and birds, even the ducks and swans. One of the ladies that works there is relatively new, but started chatting with Kyle and I. Kyle mentioned that Mark and I frequented the park and that his dad had just passed away. The lady stopped for a minute, looking at Kyle and I, and then said, "You are Christians, aren't you?". We said yes. She responded that she could "tell" because of the peace that we had about the situation. She herself was a believer as well! What an encouragement to my heart this moment was! I am so glad that the Lord can get the glory for the peace that He is giving our hearts!!! Yes there is sorrow, yes there are tears, yes there is a LOT of emotion, but YES, there is peace!!
So, my journey continues. It is still a journey of love because the love that Mark gave me, showed me, and taught me encourages me to continue on....because of him and for him! It is still a journey of love because the love the Lord shows me every day encourages and comforts my heart. It is still a journey of love because I have a wonderful boy who will always be the child of my heart and who I will love until the end of time!
It is still a journey of love.....
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Through it all...
The past two days have been a whirlwind. I wrote Mark's obituary (thankful for his sister's input and proof-reading). I made the memory cards for Mark's memorial service. I've gone through hundreds of pictures to find ones that are "just right" for Mark's service. I have filled out the pages in the front of the memorial guest book. I've started making the dreaded phone calls to cancel things and "notify" people. This seems to just be the beginning of the list that feels like it will never end.... I am thankful for the quiet Strength that keeps me focused to get these things done. Peace in the valley.
I am so thankful for people that God has strategically put in my life right where they need to be during this time. I've crashed at Ruth's house the past few nights (my sister by marriage) and she has helped keep me on task getting things done. Scott, my brother has thankfully taken over putting pictures in slideshow format for Mark's memorial on Saturday. I know there are other people behind the scenes making sure things run smoothly. I am thankful!
I am learning to let go - let go of things I cannot control or that I cannot deal with. Don't worry it's a work in progress - give me time. I am learning that I need to take care of me. I know this is the beginning of a long journey, especially since I am not good at this and have been more used to taking care of everyone else!
I think one of the wisest things that was said to me on Monday was that I needed to take time to find me. Time to figure out who I am. The journey for Mark and I has been wonderful and precious, but long and hard. I am not sure who I am without Mark. This will take time. I wish I did not have to find me... I wish I was still journeying with my love, but I am not. I will take the time to heal and to learn and to let go. I will take the time to learn to find me.
I was sitting on the porch thinking, listening to the rain, and drinking my hot tea when the song "Through it All" came to mind. I started humming the tune while the words played in my head. I so much want this song to be my testimony through this time and any other "times" to come. I want people to be able to look at me and see that through it ALL "I've learned to trust in Jesus" and that "I've learned to depend upon His Word". I want to be thankful for the mountains AND the valleys. I want to be thankful for my problems, knowing that He has been able to prove Himself faithful and true during them, because of them, and inspite of them. This is one song that has given me a lot to think about while I listen to the rain!
I am so thankful for people that God has strategically put in my life right where they need to be during this time. I've crashed at Ruth's house the past few nights (my sister by marriage) and she has helped keep me on task getting things done. Scott, my brother has thankfully taken over putting pictures in slideshow format for Mark's memorial on Saturday. I know there are other people behind the scenes making sure things run smoothly. I am thankful!
I am learning to let go - let go of things I cannot control or that I cannot deal with. Don't worry it's a work in progress - give me time. I am learning that I need to take care of me. I know this is the beginning of a long journey, especially since I am not good at this and have been more used to taking care of everyone else!
I think one of the wisest things that was said to me on Monday was that I needed to take time to find me. Time to figure out who I am. The journey for Mark and I has been wonderful and precious, but long and hard. I am not sure who I am without Mark. This will take time. I wish I did not have to find me... I wish I was still journeying with my love, but I am not. I will take the time to heal and to learn and to let go. I will take the time to learn to find me.
I was sitting on the porch thinking, listening to the rain, and drinking my hot tea when the song "Through it All" came to mind. I started humming the tune while the words played in my head. I so much want this song to be my testimony through this time and any other "times" to come. I want people to be able to look at me and see that through it ALL "I've learned to trust in Jesus" and that "I've learned to depend upon His Word". I want to be thankful for the mountains AND the valleys. I want to be thankful for my problems, knowing that He has been able to prove Himself faithful and true during them, because of them, and inspite of them. This is one song that has given me a lot to think about while I listen to the rain!
Through It All
I've had many tears and sorrows
I've had questions for tomorrow
There've been times I didn't know right from wrong
But in every situation
God gave blessed consolation
That my trials only come to make me strong
I've been a lot of places
And I've seen so many faces
But there've been times I've felt so all alone
But in that lonely hour
In that precious, lonely hour
Jesus let me know I was His own
So I thank God for the mountains
And I thank Him for the valleys
I thank Him for the storms He's brought me through
Cause if I never had a problem
I wouldn't know that He could solve them
I wouldn't know what faith in His Word could do
Through it all
I've learned to trust in Jesus
I've learned to trust in God
Through it all
I've learned to depend upon His Word.
I've had questions for tomorrow
There've been times I didn't know right from wrong
But in every situation
God gave blessed consolation
That my trials only come to make me strong
I've been a lot of places
And I've seen so many faces
But there've been times I've felt so all alone
But in that lonely hour
In that precious, lonely hour
Jesus let me know I was His own
So I thank God for the mountains
And I thank Him for the valleys
I thank Him for the storms He's brought me through
Cause if I never had a problem
I wouldn't know that He could solve them
I wouldn't know what faith in His Word could do
Through it all
I've learned to trust in Jesus
I've learned to trust in God
Through it all
I've learned to depend upon His Word.
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