Once upon a time...
This a story about Comfort. And what He looks like.
Once upon a time there lived a child named Melissa. She opened big eyes and drank in deep of the wonder of God. Memory upon memory, year after year... the impressions of the Light left lasting impact upon the walls of her heart, like paintings in vivid color. There was the winter light from the days of youth upon the Lake Winnepausaukee. The verocity of the light of the skies at high altitude while travelling the globe in a plane, to foreign destinations and foreign lands. The light of dim dim hope holding on for dear life when there was no light at all. Yet, light still broke through. There was the vast pink rosy light upon the ranch of Texas during YWAM days. There was the urban light of Boston. The neon lights of Dallas. The starry starry starry skies of Haiti. The enchanting light of Paris. The overstimulating worldy hues of Budapest. The restless light of Revere. The grays of Boston and the greens of when it GLOWS. The candle in JHOP. The light of my mother's heart. The light of my father's love. The mountain enclosed valley, dripping with summer romance light of Kosovo. The golden hue bounching off of arching ceilings at Ruggles Baptist Church in Boston. The hospital sterile glow while Toby lay at the mercy of God until revived by Grace. The light of my lamp as I sit in sleepless prayer, releasing only a deep, deep silence from within me.
Once upon a time, there was a God who breathed life into a little child named Melissa. Once upon a time the child grew. Memory upon memory, year after year... a heart inside learned to open the door to the knocking of an ever-reaching God. Connected by the umbilical cord of faith, hope, and love. Once upon a time, Melissa stepped one day after the other, and stumbled into the arms of sheer mercy and love.
Once upon a time, the crying days were over. There was no grief left inside. Instead a miracle of joy had overflowed and the light was now inside. Once upon a time, a woman named Melissa picked up a paint brush. She was free. For the very first time.
"Heaven holds a sense of wonder."
Silence-by Delerium & Sarah MacLaughlin (Brokedown Palace)
Find Song Here.
Give me release
Witness me
I am outside
Give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
Passion chokes the flower
until she cries no more
Possesing all the beauty
hungry still for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe
I can't help longing
comfort me
I can't hold it all in"
if you won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to
believe that I'd get caught up
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave I am sinking in this silence
In this white wave...in this silence...I believe
I have seen you...in this white wave you are silent
you are breathing in this white wave...I am free
