I Cry

Usually, tears bring me to write. Something that touches my very core. Something that moves me. Something that triggers passion, or emotion – a memory, a thought, an image, or a prayer.

Lately, I’ve been silent. Silent in writing. My drive for writing once ignited with words and expression within the depth of my soul had to be released by putting pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, now nebulous and dim from what it once was.

I admit this year has brought about shock, uncertainties, and even dread. My tears flow. Lord, what has happened? God, what is happening?

America: land of the free and brave! Are you still among us?

I sang as a child:

America! America! God shed his grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea.


This land is your land. This land is my land
From the California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

Who can forget singing proudly in school with friends:

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.

Let there be peace on earth, the peace that was meant to be.

With God as our Father, brothers all are we …

Lord, I can’t speak for others. No one can walk in my shoes. I certainly cannot walk in their shoes, nor would I want to. We all have our own crosses to bear. But please lift this burden from off of us and lighten the load, I pray. You are a God who is able. But even if You chose not to make the pathway easier, or the roads brighter, then help us as individuals and help us as a nation to allow You to be God again in our lives, at home and abroad, and within our own families.

I chose You, Lord. Whether I understand things or not, whatever tomorrow may bring, I know that I need You more now than before — and that has not changed. Your Word says there is a season for everything under the sun. Although I am not liking the season we are in right now, I know that You’re not a God of confusion but of peace, for You are merciful and Your love never-ending.

Humility, respect, order, and compassion are all it takes. Heal us, oh, Lord. We are sick, we need a healer. Please heal our hearts. Please heal our land.

“It is the LORD who goes before you.

He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you.

Do not fear or be dismayed.” Deuteronomy 31:8


Filed under America, Reflections From the Heart

9 responses to “I Cry

  1. Amazing piece. God bless you ❤️

  2. I feel very similarly, Mary. Thank you for expressing so many of our hearts.
    Be safe and May the abundance of God’s blessings be upon you and your family. 💕💕💕

  3. Deborah Hulen

    One of your best, heartfelt writings.💗

  4. Becky

    Amen Mary! I am faithful to remember God’s promises!
    This time in our lives is difficult!

    • Amen Becky. These times definitely are challenging, but none of this took God by surprise and He’s still on the Throne. Thanks for commenting.

  5. Angela Adams

    Truly amazing words Mom and oh so true! As we wake up daily, we should always say a prayer. Rejoice, God has given us another day. The land of the free, which is our home ! I always love reading your blogs. It takes me to a different place. As I read my mind feels the words you write. I love it. I’m so very proud of you mom. I love you.

    • Thank you my Baby Girl for your words. May the Lord continue to comfort our hearts and help me as a writer in expressing the stirrings of my heart, that I may bring encouragement to others. I love you.

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