How this barren woman says thank you (for all those in barren places)

Here is this week of thanks. And here are millions of people in a barren season, in the  middle of a mess, and how will they say thank you? Can their lips even form the words? Can their trembling hands accept the mashed potatoes with gratitude as they are passed (provided they have food at all)? What about their wavering hearts? Who will remember those in barren places?

God will. He always does. I don't always know how to explain it, but he comes for us.  

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This is the cry of a barren woman whose womb is closed The one who hoped she might be a Hannah (minus the five additional children) that God might hear her prayer and present a miracle of a child.

She would then present her child to the LORD and the LORD would use this one in his Kingdom of love And the circle of family would feel complete, finished, the tiresome journey worthwhile.

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Except the child did not come and the womb is closing for good and others are bearing children, yes But her womb and arms remain empty. How she longs to move on! She thought she had But for reasons unknown to her God keeps the door open, if only a crack.

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The tears go and come again And she is weary Weary of this one thing withheld Wishing it didn't mean so much And she wonders how to begin in all this lavish giving of thanks.

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"I am thankful for . . ." the family I do not have?

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There are no distractions here What do I really want? Wholeness, shalom. Only the Shepherd can give it; But will the sheep receive it? Her bleating reaches his ears The promise remains: The Lord is my Shepherd I won't be wanting.

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And I. And I will. And I will dwell. And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever! For this, I lift my hands, saying thank you, thank you, thank you, gentle Shepherd.

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For in these barren places he makes it so that we may feast on Him. Our true hunger can be satisfied Our longings, though unfulfilled, leading to a deeper longing which may always be filled.

I can't always explain it, but he comes for us. 

In thanks for you, dear reader, meditating on this song of dwelling in the house of God forever. Enjoy.

How about you? What barren place do you find yourself in? And how do you seek to find God in the midst of it?