I often take song lyrics to suit my circumstances. And I think that’s okay. Music and song soothe my soul, make me think, make me cry, ease my pain and bring me joy.
I’ve taken these lyrics as my own:
What do I get when I find out I am nothing?
Who am I without my name?
How do I stop this emptiness from growing?
The dumb instructions coming from my brain
I go to my heart on my knees
I know I am not nothing, but I feel like a half these days. I still have my name, but it’s no longer wife. And yes, there are a lot of dumb instructions coming from my brain.
I go to my heart, frail as it is. On my knees in prayer.
My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26