March 16, 2012
I have received many letters after my desperate plea for mail 🙂 My new friend Tia sent me her song and one verse says, “My heart is freed from earthly sorrow in this quiet sacred place. There’s a silence that speaks of hope, in it I’ll rest and not complain.”
These words resonate deep in my heart. How weird that being in prison has “freed me from earthly sorrow.” That I was so full of pain and misery and I didn’t know who to turn to, so I kept turning to drugs and men and it only gave me more sorrow. And now I am freed. I no longer need the things of this earth because my citizenship is in heaven. And He has borne all my sorrows and grief.
And how likely are you to find a “quiet sacred place” in a prison full of women – constant chaos and noise? But I have. This quiet sacred place is inside me. It’s not a physical place. “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” (Ps 91:1) That’s my quiet sacred place – in the shadow of the Almighty God – in the shadow of the Cross!
And “there’s a silence that speaks of hope.” No words are needed. I know my hope is secure in Him. In this silence I will rest… In His shadow I will rest. And I will not complain. My life was full of complaints when I was running wild. And now I have a place of rest. What more can I ask.
“My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.” Psalm 62:1
I want to Share Tia’s song with you. It’s called “Beautiful Darkness”
Found myself in a tunnel without light
My heart is clenched in sorrow’s grip
Yet I’m lifted by this calmness
A peaceful still I can’t explain.
I’m blindly trying to feel my way forward
Bumping into walls… but it’s a beautiful darkness being covered by the shadow of the cross.
You’re here though I can’t see you
My other senses have become more keen
I hear and feel the guiding whisper wind
To learn despite the pain.
I’ve looked for something to hold onto
Lost but not alone… and it’s a beautiful darkness being covered by the shadow of the cross.
My heart freed from earthly sorrow
In this quiet sacred place
There’s a silence that speaks of hope
In it I’ll rest and not complain.
I’m waiting for your comfort
Suffering melts away… It’s a beautiful darkness being covered by the shadow of the cross.