There came a time our home grew still,
When silence settled by His will.
The one I loved was called away,
For distant lands, for months and days.
The house remained, yet felt so bare,
The voice no longer filled the air.
The table held an empty chair,
A quiet proof he wasn't there.
I asked You, "Lord, why this long road?
Why place on us this heavy load?"
Why choose a path of tears and pain,
When You could spare our hearts the strain?
The little things I once passed by,
Became the things that made me cry.
The daily noise, the family ways,
The togetherness of ordinary days.
When I saw parents side by side,
A hidden ache would rise inside.
I learned how easily we forget
The gifts our hearts have lightly kept.
For love is not just grand and loud,
Or vows once spoken before a crowd.
It lives in presence, small and true,
In someone simply there with you.
And through the nights I wept alone,
You proved I never walked alone.
Each lonely prayer, each hidden tear,
You gathered close and held them near.
You gave me strength I never knew,
Enough each day to make it through.
You held our home with unseen grace,
When I could scarcely find my place.
And looking back with clearer eyes,
I see Your love in wise disguise.
You weren't just sending him away,
You were shaping us each day.
I fought the breaking, feared the pain,
And prayed You'd make us whole again.
But every seed must first be torn,
Before new life can then be born.
The clay must yield beneath the hand,
Before it fits the Potter's plan.
The gold must face refining fire,
Before it shines just as You'd desire.
The vine is pruned though branches weep,
That richer fruit its roots may keep.
So too our home was stretched apart,
To cultivate a grateful heart.
The miles that once seemed hard to bear,
Became the place You met us there.
You broke the comfort we'd embraced,
To show the gifts we'd failed to taste.
For what we called an ordinary day,
Was heaven's blessing all the way.
Then after seasons long and slow,
The answer came we longed to know.
Now every tear recalls Your name;
The waiting never was in vain.
For what I thought would break my heart,
Was where Your work chose first to start.
The breaking wasn't love withdrawn;
It was Your gentle hand upon
A family learning, day by day,
That sometimes God will lead away...
Not to destroy what He holds dear,
But draw our hearts forever near.