A Post with a Request

To me, MS= a way for God to show his glory through my physical struggles

Today, I read this blog post that my aunt posted.  She works at the Multiple Sclerosis society in Kansas, where she and her family live.  It makes me full of hope at the compassion people like her have and how couples are dealing with the unpredictable disease together.  I was then thinking about the MS chapter where I live.  At this time in my life, I feel alone with it.  My cousin was diagnosed years after me, but I feel like my struggles and my age kind of isolate me.  I don’t know other people like me.  I have been online to a few places where I can meet others with MS, but they are depressed and speak in a depressing way.  I have talked to still more who seem to glorify themselves by being over-involved in everything they can be to raise money and awareness of the disease.  Is there anyone like me?  There’s gotta be.  Younger women who love Jesus and are dealing with MS by His power?  I would love to start a Facebook group or something for others like me, but I can’t find them.  This post is a little bit different than ones I normally post.  I was talking to my mom about this and tears came to my eyes.  I have been praying that the Lord break my heart for a people group and to lead me to a ministry, but I can’t do so by myself.  The need for the strength and saving grace of the Lord is apparent in the community of many who are stuck in their struggles.  I know there are people who are living normally with the disease who love Jesus.  Do they struggle within themselves?  I would love to round up enough people, wherever they’re at, for an online community of support and faith.  Could you help me?

 

Anna =)^2

Hold Me Tight

Hold Me Tight, by Anna Olson, written 6-19-12.  I think this shall turn into a song, but not sure yet.  I’ve been going through some tough stuff, but God just showed me his face when I was writing.  Ta-da!

 

All these little things keep going wrong!

I reach out, Father, but I can’t see you!

I’m pouring out my soul in song,

But I’m reaching, reaching—where are you?

 

My whole trust is in you, my Savior;

I know you are there, but I can’t tell anymore!

You saw this mountain before time began,

Before I tripped on this rock and it tore.

 

Take my hands and pull me close,

Hold me tightly in your arms.

I am safe when I am there,

For you protect me from harms.

 

I cry out to you in tomorrow’s uncertainty,

Though it be a minor detail in your eyes.

I throw out my hands to trust you’re there,

But I need help, for I can’t by myself, I realize.

 

I see you standing and waiting for me,

You hold out your arms for a hug.

I run to them as fast as I can,

For you have given my doubtful heart a tug.

 

Take my hands and pull me close,

Hold me tightly in your arms.

I hear your truth when I am there,

That you protect me from harms.

 

In your arms, my enemies can’t get me

When you hold my gaze, I believe no lies.

When I’m with you, I feel stronger

I read the compassion in your eyes.

 

When your eyes meet mine you don’t look away

Though there’s motion and distraction all around.

You take my chin and draw my attention,

For you speak volumes but without sound.

 

Take my hands and pull me close,

Hold me tightly in your arms.

I am safe when I am there,

For you protect me from harms.

 

Take my hands and pull me close,

Hold me tightly in your arms.

I hear your truth when I am there,

That you’ll protect me from harms.