Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,
I draw myself apart,
Searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows,
Where, when I languish,
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is and kind,
Love without end.
Text: Emma Lou Thayne, b. 1924. © 1973 IRI
Music: Joleen G. Meredith, b. 1935. © 1973 IRI
This is my third week now of missing church because of being sick or having sick kids. I do not do well when I miss church. It's the one thing that really helps me get through my week. So to me, it's really not such a huge surprise that I was so negative and down this last week.
I don't understand myself. I don't know where the aching comes from. Whenever I take a step back I can see really how blessed I am. But that knowledge in my mind doesn't erase the aching in my soul.
And that is why I am so grateful that there is a way that I can have that peace again. I just have to turn to Him. I just don't understand why I can't seem to do it before I'm at the bottom of the pit. When I know that He's there for me whenever I need.
Prayer and song are what I needed for peace. What gives you peace?