Lamar Odom. He has a kind face. Forget everything you’ve read about him for just a moment. I’m thinking about Lamar’s dad, Joe. Upon hearing the news of Lamar, Joe said, “I knew something was wrong because I’ve been calling him all day and he hasn’t been answering. I’m depressed — What can I do? That’s my son. I’m really hurt right now. I pray that he will come out of this.” When Joe learned that Lamar has regained consciousness, he couldn’t stop smiling.
This man walking around this place trying to fill his emptiness with things that will only make him feel emptier at the end of the day. Maybe I have a little Lamar in me too.
I love this from Ann Voskamp
Yeah, for all us hope-ers & the dreamers, the heartbroken & the pray-ers,
for us who feel lost & are looking for something to take away the ache.. .
and for us who feel trapped & are looking for someone to come bring a key…
for us up late, for us who feel ridiculously alone,
for us who wish someone would really get it:
He’s got you next to Him right now because you are special to Him, safe in Him, secure in Him, and He whispers: ‘Talk at me. Ask me to help you on. Talk to Me. Tell me your heart honestly.
Listen for Me. Hear Me holding you safely—My Word for you.
Be with Me. Feel Me carrying you through—My presence around you.’
And the wanders and the wounded, they were brave enough to pray like this
—and they said it like Hope, like relief, like a song on repeat:
‘Look at Him, looking right at us…and smiling over us…’
And they smiled at a peace that passed all understanding because they stood
Under a Love that smiled over them and would never pass away.