won’t let nobody hurt you….

“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me.
Of course we will hurt each other.
But this is the very condition of existence.
To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter.
To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


(two plovers wandering for a meal / Rosemary Beach / Julie Cook / 2017)

Songs always seem to just pop into our heads do they not?
Current songs, past songs, songs from childhood…
Songs for singing, humming, shouting…
As it seems that songs, as well as music in general,
is a very real emotional part of what makes us…us.

Walk into any grocery store and there is music being piped in throughout the store.
Elevators, restaurants, stores all serenade us with background music and song.
As there is some really powerful psychological magic taking place with those
songs and music choices…what they say about us as consumers and what they say
about us simply as people..is perhaps that they showcase how we are actually wired.

So for whatever reason, the Pretenders song, “I’ll Stand By You” popped
into my head as I was just getting my first cup of morning coffee.
I was having to travel over to Atlanta to met with the nice gal at the cemetery
as it seems that in my overwhelming and chaotic time since Dad’s death—
I forgot one little detail.

I forgot to pick out, and of course pay for, a grave marker.
Or actually I thought I had just told her that I’d take something matching
the other family members already there waiting on dad….
but it seems it does’t work that way.

So there I was grabbing a quick cup of coffee before jumping in the shower,
I was focused on Atlanta…
why suddenly the song?
I was dreading the mind numbing morning commute to a city paralyzed by a closed interstate
when this song just suddenly rings out in my head.
“I’ll stand by you…won’t let no body hurt you…I’ll stand by you”

Sometimes, for whatever reason, it is very clear that God directs what I’m to
write about for a post.
He can be very specific that way.
And no, I don’t buy into the notion of coincidence or happenstance.
I believe things are connected and there are reasons beyond my understanding
and I believe in the nudging of the Holy Spirit…

So back to the song.

The sentiment is wonderful and heartfelt.
Something we as parents, grandparents, guardians, friends all adopt
for the people and animals we care about and love.
We want to love, honor, protect and defend those in our care and those whom we cherish.

Any parent will tell you that they try their darnedest to protect and defend
their children….sometimes that means going way over the top…
But any parent who has been around the block once or twice will tell you—
accidents will happen, sickness will happen, bad things will happen
and no matter how much you, as defender, may protest…hurt will happen.

We cannot protect those we love from being hurt in life, no matter how hard we try.

Skinned knees, broken bones, broken hearts…all rites of passage.

The worst being the unforeseeable accidents, illnesses, tragedies that just happen.
The automobile accident, the freak accident, the cancer, the random act of violence.
They all sadly happen.

Does it mean we failed to do our jobs?
…that we could have somehow done something superhuman in order to prevent
the unthinkable?

99.9% of that answer is a resounding NO!
Nothing could have prevented the unavoidable hurt.

And so now, in that unpreventable hurt, we in turn now hurt.
As some of us will never get over that hurt.

Which in turn leads me to think about God—as Father.

That we have a God, who we are taught, loves us as His children.
And yet there has been many a soul who has raised a clinched angry fist heavenward
cursing and blaming this “loving Father” for the hurt…

Our hurt is indeed His hurt.

And to assuage our hurt, He offered the ultimate hurt…

so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many;
and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin,
but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him.

Hebrews 9:28

“I’ll Stand By You”

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don’t be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
’cause I’ve seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don’t know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less

I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you

So if you’re mad, get mad
Don’t hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I’m a lot like you
When you’re standing at the crossroads
And don’t know which path to choose
Let me come along
’cause even if you’re wrong

I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you

And when…
When the night falls on you, baby
You’re feeling all alone
You won’t be on your own

I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you

I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you

21 comments on “won’t let nobody hurt you….

  1. Wally Fry says:

    You interrupted my thought here with your thought over at my place LOL. Hurt…yeah. Your thing about the headstone brought back a hurt. I debated saying this, because I was worried you might think I was finger pointing because it slipped your mine. I promise it’s not.

    You know I am sure I had a little brother who died in a drowning accident. There’s a lot of baggage associated with that incident, that has lasted decades. Some day maybe I’ll write on it, but maybe not. Anyway, headstones and pain. I had never been to the grave of my brother until I was actually in my second year of college. So, for 14 years basically. Do you know that my parents never bought a headstone for that little boy? I know this tragedy was hard on them, but I actually hated them both for that. I ended up buying a little headstone myself for him, as it just made me crazy that all he was was a plot of grass that I had to use a map to even find.

    • My grandfather, my mother’s dad, died from alcoholic TB in 1940. He died in one of those sanatoriums. He had lost everything he and my grandmother had in fly by night, get rich quick schemes.
      So both mother and my aunt, who were just little girls at the time, never really remembered much about their dad.
      My grandmother raised the two girls while running her own business, a beauty salon, during the depression and a world war…never talking about their dad.
      No one ever spoke about this man. There were no pictures, no words.
      So when my grandmother died (years after mother had died) my aunt went to the cemetery to make arrangements as she was going to have her mother buried by her dad.
      Problem was that there was no grave marker. My grandmother had disliked him so much that she had not gotten him a marker. So my aunt, who was so troubled by this little discovery did get one.
      I once also wrote a story, when I first started blogging, about my great grandfather who had fought, was wounded and succumbed from that wound in the Spanish American War.
      At the time he was written up in all the Georgia papers as the state son who had made the ultimate sacrifice for his nation.
      I have all the papers, the documents etc.
      Well, it turned out that he is actually buried near where I now live.
      One day I made my husband drive me the hour journey to the small Ga. town to find his grave. This once hero was no where to be found in this most historical cemetery.
      I spent hours looking, going from marker to marker.
      I started investigating and discovered that it is assumed he is in an unmarked grave and that the cemetery folks believe they know which unmarked grave but can’t say for sure. A once fallen hero now lost to time.
      So I decided to contact the VA to get him a proper headstone…
      then dad and Gloria got in dire straights and I had to shift my focus to them—putting my quest on the back burner.
      So it is all rather something about graves and markers and memorials and memories and family dynamics…
      I am sorry about your young brother Wally—
      Oh how we carry the past in our hearts….

      • Wally Fry says:

        Thanks Julie. You know, ultimately it was only Jesus 10 years ago who allowed me to really move beyond all the anger I harbored for years over that whole thing. I know I will get to make up the time we lost though, someday. Lot’s of time in fact..like an eternity of time.

        Interesting how much common ground so many people have from the past, isn’t it Julie?

      • Lynda says:

        Wally, how powerful that you write “it was only Jesus…who allowed me to really move beyond all the anger…” Jesus can transform our souls! Blessings.

      • SLIMJIM says:

        Julie and Wally,
        Both of you definitely have some story with your past and the family’s past…

      • I suppose it’s like war wounds Jim—gives us credence to attest to the power and importance of Saving Grace!!!

  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    Standing by you too.

  3. Lynda says:

    What a gift to know that we have a Saviour who stands by us at all times! It is also a great gift to know that we have family and friends who try to do the same – but being human, we sometimes fail in our best intentions. Blessings to you, Julie, as you meet today to make the decision about the marker for your dad.

  4. Melissa Presser, Lover of Jesus says:

    Wow where do I even begin with this one. Sometimes I really think you are walking around in my head! What a post to sit with. The words speak for themselves.

    • well, I do try to tiptoe so I don’t disturb you too much 😉

      • Melissa Presser, Lover of Jesus says:

        LOL you’re the best. I really value you and you have helped me a great deal on my journey. I have dubbed you my unofficial “spiritual director.” Thank God for you my friend

      • Humph!! 😬 as you can see me roll said eyes as I’m pretty underserving of something like that but I am flattered as well as humbled you say such– just know I’ve been a few wrong roads in my life Melissa as I am older then you so I’ve had time to make more mistakes and hopefully turn around from them!!! It’ll try to be quiet when I get at night 🤗

  5. What an amazing Savior and Provider we have in Jesus! I hope you are doing a happy Jesus dance daily at the beach. Love your pics. 🙂 ❤

  6. davidkitz says:

    Sending comfort your way.

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