Holding His Hand

How can one capture,

essence of a soul?

So clearly held up,

a heart to extol.

Though seemingly tough,

there was tender side;

that loved children well,

where peace did reside.

Passion for dancing,

love of horses too;

music filled her heart,

faith and hope pursued.

Generous and kind,

loyalty so true;

heart easily hurt,

then silence ensued.

Yet always with time,

with Him holding hearts;

amends would be made,

provided fresh starts.

Irish eyes that smiled,

with a glint of sass;

infectious laughter,

how I miss this lass.

Now she is dancing,

upon streets of gold;

fight no more needed,

as His hand she holds.

“With a mighty hand and outstretched arm; His love endures forever.” – (Psalm 136:12)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that each of us are planned with a purpose, and the number of our days are known by You. Please teach us how to make each moment matter, and help our hearts to clearly reflect Your love. Forgive us for our fears and insecurities, and help us to step out boldly into what we are becoming. May our faithful obedience move the mountains that keep longing hearts from receiving. Let all who are lost and looking, be found in You. Amen.

God is so very gracious and kind. He prepares our hearts for that which our head and hands cannot hold. It is a very strange space, and I am feeling a little lost, after so many days of arranging to spend as many moments with Anne as possible. Now that it is no longer, I find myself restless. Weariness has found a home here, and I know that both my body and mind need rest. He has continually held me up, even in the moments that I barely knew how to breathe. My task is to now prepare words to share at Aine’s memorial on the 28th. Public speaking terrifies me, yet the love for my sister in Christ, propels me to trust and power through. Please pray that He will grant me the words to honor Aine and glorify Him. As always, thank you for being such a treasured community in Christ. – Shannon

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present