What can be done when the one you love best says,
"Throw away the gifts I have given you. Give up some of the little joys that brought comfort to your heart."
I suspect there is only one response.
"Lo, we have left all, and have followed thee." (Mark 10:28)
At those moments, the human heart is tempted to be like Peter and allow self pity to walk beside our obedience. But I am grateful our Father understands. As He purges us from the things that hinder our devotion to Him, He is tender. He holds us while we mourn and leads us into a deeper love for Him.
Mourning the Death of a Dream
by Michael Card
Cool morning shadows sadly shift across the floor
Each time we say goodbye it's harder than before
Even after all the pain of parting still we find
That we must mourn the death of the dreams we leave behind
As I turn my back on all that means the most to me
The sounds and smells, the light that dances on the sea
The greatest gamble is to act on the belief
That only the slave who leaves it all is truly free
The sacrifice that we both lay before His feet
A thousand moments that belonged to us
That now will never be
By faith we hold a better dream inside our hearts
A time when our family will never have to be apart
Till then we struggle with just what it really means
And we will mourn the death of our beautif
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