Songs for the Soul Pt. 3 — Jenna Lynn McMurphy

Questions. That’s where I was. This is what I was dealing with. It felt like everything I had ever known was in question. As I’ve said before, i was clinging to my faith and what I knew to be true. I had to hold on. I was hurting, and I had so many questions. Questions that I knew God would answer. I just knew it. I knew He would answer if I just finally admitted I had questions.

I heard this song just a few weeks ago, and it was like a balm to my soul. Maybe less to do with the overall song and more to do with the fact that there is a theme running through the church right and maybe even my generation. It’s that we have questions. We are grappling with the tension of living in a broken world and serving a good and just God. It doesn’t always make sense. It can seem overwhelming at times. But in the end, we cling to our faith.

I heard that there are seasons
To laugh and to cry
I struggle with the season
When You lived and You died
It's hard to play this game
Because the rules, they don't seem fair
If You care, God if You're still there

Bombs falling in Syria
A child dying of AIDS
Fighting 'round the world
A daddy lost his girl
Still we kneeled and prayed
But Heaven can feel silent
And the floor beneath gets cold
When your soul refuses to let go

But wait, tell me am I too late?

What happens when the healing never comes?
Do we stand and curse the heavens
Or lift our hands and feel the sun
The mystery's not clear
Just once, Your voice I'd love to hear
What happens when the healing never comes?

I know we love the seasons
Like summer and the spring
But I've been stuck in winter
Since the fall of misery
One day I'm full of anger
And the next I'm full of fear
Every year, there's a new supply of tears

But wait, tell me am I too late?

Is there a chance for me to believe
We would dance together soon
If there's a billion galaxies
I'll count each one 'til I'm with You
They say where You are is better
But I want You here with me
Oh, this is for a purpose
But hurt won't let me see

So now I must be silent
Your voice is in the wind
The hands that made the heavens
Will heal the storm within
I have so many questions
I don't know where to begin
Since You were there at the beginning
You already know the end

Ooh, what happens when the healing never comes
Do we stand and curse the heavens
Or lift our hands and feel the sun
The mystery's not clear
Just once, Your voice I'd love to hear
What happens when the healing
What happens when the healing
What happens when the healing never comes

Here’s Tori Kelly performing Questions on Good Morning America.

I’ve been praying two specific things for longer than I can remember. Praying with all that I am. Praying day and night. Praying yet hearing nothing. Whether my answer is silence, wait, or no, I still don’t have the answers. I still only have questions.

But I raise my hands in worship and lay down my heart in surrender. It’s all I know to do. Because we don’t have to live like those who have no hope. We have a living hope. We have the promise of more.

♥︎Jenna

This blog post is a part of a series called Rediscovering God for the Write31Days challenge to write every day in October. You can find links to all posts in my series here. If you want to know more about the Write31Days challenge, you can find out more at www.write31days.com.