August 18th, 2008

I’ve been digging through mounds of paperwork from Buffalo Bill Cody’s divorce hearing. His wife accused him of a variety of horrible things, most of which were not true. Some of the accusation were so heinous that had they been made in this day and age, Cody would have been jailed. The subject matter is all too familiar to me and I thought about my brother, Rick. Just as those same old demons threatened to rear their ugly head and pull me down to the depths of sadness again I heard a song that snapped me out of it. Like a voice from heaven the lyrics of the song “Held” by Natalie Grant pricked my soul. “This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it and let the hatred numb our sorrows. The wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. This is what it means to be held, how it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved and to know that the promise was that when everything fell we’d be held.” When everything falls we are held by a Creator who cares deeply for His children. I’ve been thinking about that song and the message within all day as I worked on chapter six of Cody’s story. It’s made a difference.