Days before I walked through the valley of the shadow of dead, I remembered and transcripted a poem to my Beloved in my diary, which, far from imagining, would become so real days later.
In addition to sharing the poem, I want to tell you that I have lost many things and people that I loved, I have been left with nothing, I have seen my father, my baby and other beings that I have loved leave, but instead you, My Beloved, have not left me neither gone from my side. I have lost and I may continue to lose but my life is life since I have known you.
The poem is originally written in Spanish, but I tried my best to translate it. It goes like this:
To regain what was lost
I had to first lose what I had
Even if to achieve what has been achieved
I had to endure pain
Even if to be in love now
it was necessary to have been hurt,
I have rhen suffered enough
I have then shed my share of tears.
Because after all, I have realized
that we don’t enjoy it as much
until after we have suffered first.
Because after all, I have understood
that the tree has flourished
from beneath its roots.
It has taken me time to understand that You are everything, that You are all I need, that my load is lightened if I come to You first, You are my hiding place, my fortress, the strong tower that I can hold on to in the middle of the storm, my refuge and the air that I breathe.
You are everything to me and I want You to be until the end.
My sweet Mia, my heart is with you!!!! I undestand the pain of losing the ones you loved!! I lost my mom 10 years ago and I can atest that only My Beloved help me to understand why and to have hope to meet her again!!!
In our hardest days our Beloved show us there is a purpose!!! We do not go through trials for nothing, our pain, our heartbreaks are the material for Him to rise us up!!
Take heart, this are the testimonies that He will use through you, because you are His open letter to others, my sweet Mia.
Thank you for sharing the poem!!
I really appreciate your support and love. It has been quite important each word from Him through your messages.
I keep trusting in His purpose even if I can’t understand or admit His plans are better than mine.
A friend of mine said: ” the burden you carry, might be the crown you will carry. Your current pain won’t be a scar of shame but a scar of His glory 🥺” and I trust it will be in Jesus name…
So beautiful Mia!! I’ve never had the talent for poetry just journalling and I am certain this is part of His healing and of course ministering to so many who their Husband doesn’t want to “suffer” from the loss. Bless you!!
Dear Erin
I wish I could have that talent 🤣, I just ‘copy and paste’ it but indeed I love poetry, the beauty and the delight in the language makes me amazed. And definitely something is happening through poetry I had shared 2 or 3 poems in the Spanish blog, those lovely words I want to say to Him, and you know girls have about a million of words to say a day😅, then try to tell Him mine in such as a lovely way might be comforting and memorable.
I want to praise the Lord for your support and for all your words. I wasn’t able to answer your comments in the other praise report (My baby has a purpose) but I keep in my heart each promise and word He gave me through your response.
Thanks for the bottom of my heart
What a beautiful poem Mia, thank you for sharing it with us! Loosing a loved one is never easy, but He is there to comfort us and to bring healing and peace through the deepest valleys we have to travel through. He has a purpose in everything we go through and every loss we mourn.
Dear Adina
His purpose, His plans and His thoughts means everything to me. I have that question daily: What’s your plan? And the answer is the same J2911 🔥
Thank you for sharing your heart with us thru this poem mia. It always helped me know that he says that “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2056%3A8&version=NLT;MSG;AMP
What a lovely reminder ❤️ thanks my dear.