Nathan Tune

This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. – Psalms 118:24 (KJV)

The Brokenness…


If you were to ask me to write a post about being broken, broken things and ‘brokenness’ I would have to accept your proposal and I would also have to write the post in a story type fashion. You see, sometimes, the only way for me to get my point across crisp and clear is with a story.


So let me begin with a story of ‘Brokenness’ on this day.

The silence in the room was deafening as it echoed throughout the night. The boy lie awake, tormented by his emotions, restless and weary of fighting them hours on end. Trying his best not to give in. He stares up at the blank ceiling. There in that white void in the late hour of the night he finds solitude, comfort and assurance. But not peace. He stares for hours at this ceiling, dwelling on things of the past, dreaming, praying, hoping, wishing. Crying. Crying out, crying for and crying about, the things of the past. Can he find comfort in his tears? Is there rest for the weary? Is there solitude and peace for those who weep and mourn in the late hour of the lonely night? Or is there just pain and despair? Hurt and grief? To what end? How can this be? The boy cries harder with his face buried in his pillow like a weak and feeble infant with no shame. Why would God permit such heartache to pierce the soul of such a young child, a servant of Christ? A doer of good. How could it be? Does the good Lord not hear the cries that is bellowed throughout the night by this young boy? Does he have no care at all for what happens to this child? Does it not concern God one bit? Why, oh why must the good suffer so, while the evil receive so much goodness with so little turmoil or hardships? This is the question the heartbroken boy cries out into the dark and silent lonely night.

Are there answers for this young soul? Is there hope? Or is there only pain and heartache? Alone and tired and broken and scared and so afraid of losing all he has left, for he’s already lost so much. Friends, loved ones, beloved pets. How can such a tormented person go on in this life? Expected to always be smiling, always be shining, always a comfort to those in need in the late hour of their lonely grief. To what end is this tragic pain? To what end? Can others simply not understand? Or can they understand and just not care? Is it selfishness for this child to seek solitude and comfort and confine in others? Is it selfish to want one lonely night to himself to grieve, to weep, to mourn and cry out for his Father’s help?

So many have asked of this boy, “can you talk?” and no matter the late hour, he responds. “Yes.” No matter the events that are happening in his own life, he sets them aside and finds temporary comfort in paying attention to the heartache and brokenness of those around him. But, again I must ask. To what end? How can one go on? How can one be expected to smile through the tears? How can one be expected to forget, expected to move on so quickly from such turmoil, such torment. How can that be, how can it be? Now, let us discuss this child’s Family.

There is a Family:

A Mother, a Father, a Daughter a Son. And the Daughter’s two children as well. And in these days, what are families most prone to? What is most likely to happen to families? From a biblical perspective, heartache, pain, turmoil and yes… Brokenness, the enemy works it all out  so well. That it seems as if Mother is against Daughter and Daughter is against Mother. Father against Son, and Son is against Father, and on and on and on when will the brokenness be gone? There is so much division, separation and hurt. The boy often finds himself crying himself to sleep at night. Crying out, asking, why wondering If,  if his family is so divided, if there is so much strife and so much anger and heartache. How can his family ever make it to heaven together? How?

With the thoughts of Daughter against Mother and the thoughts of Mother against daughter, constant arguing and never ending fighting and inevitable division, how can there ever be a path to heaven for his family or anyone? How? Why must it be him? Why must this hurt and tragedy happen to him and to his family? Sickness, confusion, strife and pain. Why must this happen? Does God not hear the cries of the young boy in the middle of the  lonely night? Does he simply not care? Why must the world be so broken? When the boy is finally able to sleep, he wakes with one thought and one question on his mind.

I wake up this morning to families torn apart and I wish I could fix it, give them a brand new start. But I can’t. I know you’re hurting and I know you’re in pain. I know how you feel. But don’t give up yet, just believe. You are stronger than you think. You’ve been through the trials and you’ve been through the pain. You have been hurt so severe. But don’t give up, you’ve made it through and yes, you are stronger than you think. And if you’ve made it through this, just think what you can do. You could change the whole world and help others too. Because you are stronger than you think.

In Conclusion:

So there you have it, my short story for “Brokenness” broken things. There will always be brokenness in one’s life and there will always be heartache and turmoil. There will always be hurting children and there will always be families torn apart. Not because of anything that God has done, but because of what man has done. The world is corrupt and the enemy is on the warpath. And more and more each day we are giving in to his ways and that just makes the world that much darker. While the boy in my story may face some hardships from time to time and while he may grieve greatly in the late hour of the lonely night. He never once let himself become consumed by darkness, and that is where we must tread ever so carefully. It is alright to grieve, it’s perfectly normally to cry and to feel sad from time to time, it is even normal to be completely overwhelmed by heartache, we are only human. But we can’t let that determine us as a person. We must keep strong and we must move on.

God is our fortress, he is our refuge and he is our mighty tower. While it may not seem like he cares for all those little children that weep and mourn in the lonely night. He does and he does listen to them, he is listening to them and he will answer them. Which is why I do my part in praying every night for every child all over the world. The abandoned child, the broken child. The child that is neglected and abused, they could use all the prayers they could get and if we can do more, then we should do that too. Until next time my friends, remember that we cannot choose the events that happen to us but we CAN choose how we respond to them. Just remember God is the great Physician and he can mend all broken things. It won’t be easy, it will take time. But nothing is impossible with God, some things may not be mended until that day in heaven when he wipes the tears from our eyes but he can and he will.


Posting Postmaster MOM!


Posting Poar mARWE MOMMy post today is about my mom – the POSTMASTER!

That is right! I really can’t believe it either… Talk about being blessed. It is quite amazing how she happened upon the job here at our local post office. The photo to the left, though, is my mom standing in front of the Tyler post office, where she went to have training.


It sure is something, a blessing straight from the heavens! It is funny how I can’t seem to say anything at all without telling of my faith and the many blessings that God has bestowed upon me and my family.


Well, along with mentioning my mom being the Postmaster, I would also like to mention my feelings about all this and the journey it took her to get to where she is today. I am amazed really; it is something how God has moved in the situation. I’ve talked often about how it’s still been a lot for me to take in and it really is.

I’m more than thrilled to see my mom working as the local Postmaster – it is great! Now, whenever I send a letter or package, I can just give it to my mom! That is quite fun. I have already mailed one of my packages for “The James Fickle Show Ministry” through her.

Lets go back a bit though before she came to this job, even before she came to the great state of Texas to be with us.


July 26th ,2010, she caused me much pain and on August 1st, 2010, even more pain when she walked out that door and left me and her entire family, She said she would come back but never did and as you know ended up marrying the homeless man that we brought out to our farm to help get back on his feet – I was very disappointed in my mom during that time and hurt by her as well. It was frustrating to me that she had done this to all of us. It was also frustrating all I could do was pray and ask God to watch over her, open her eyes, and bring her to her senses so she might realize what she had done.

During this time though my grandmother was telling me that I shouldn’t be doing and saying what I was doing that it was going to hurt my mother. Well I didn’t do, say, or write anything to hurt her on intentions though I assumed it probably would hurt her, yet that wasn’t my plan or purpose. My plan and purpose wasn’t for myself but because I was feeling led by God to get my story out there so that maybe others going through the same situation would have hope… that’s all I was trying to do and It’s all I’m still trying to do. I pray that I may be a light of encouragement for others to give them hope.


“H.O.P.E. Helping One Person Everyday”_ Derek Clark


Notice I quoted a man named Derek Clark. He goes by Derek Never Give-Up Clark on Facebook, he helped show me hope and actually inspired me to make the video I did expressing my story to the world I called “Heartbreak In An Empty Room“. If you watched that video you know that my mom, my family and I have come a long ways since I posted that video.  I still have my guitar I got with the contest money I won and I play it nearly everyday.

My mom is now back with the family and it is good; I am happy.  But there are still times I feel a bit uncomfortable about it. She did do a lot of damage to us all in two years and caused everyone a lot of pain, but she is a good person and I’m very proud of her for getting this new job.  I’m so thankful that she got away from that man. That is actually the most important thing I’m thankful about. I hoped constantly, praying endlessly that even if God didn’t put her back into our lives that he please get her away from that terrible man.


“God gave us HOPE so that we can COPE”_ Nathan Tune

Many prayers for my mom went up everywhere.  I would go this church down the road from me when I still lived in Missouri. They were in revival and every night, I would go to the altar and pray, just begging God to please here my cry. I know he heard my cry during that time. I knew he was listening to me and even though he wasn’t working on MY time he was working on HIS time!

It may have taken two years and I’ll admit there were times when I began to start doubting but then God always showed me a reason to BELIEVE. My grandma has always instilled in me to BELIEVE – that is some of why my faith is so strong. When my mom left the man and got away I was very happy but then I was disappointed again when she decided to take him back.

All of these excuses she kept making up… I was so upset. Never did I hate her or even get mad at her. All I felt was pain and HURT. I didn’t understand why SHE couldn’t just open her eyes, see the man she was with wasn’t worth her life, and hear my cry. Not only was I hurt by what she done to me but it also hurt to see her in that situation. It was hard for me to see her in that type of life and that’s why I prayed God please get her out of there.

And he answered my prayers! He got my mom out of that situation and he put her back into our lives as well! Not only that but he has given her this wonderful job at first she couldn’t even get because of some technical difficulties – but it most certainly is GOD’S WILL! I am very proud of my mom as begins her new life with us here in Texas and VERY proud of her about being the Postmaster! I love writing letters and sending mail. Mail is just a fun thing! Real mail that is, yes it may take sometime for it to arrive, but I believe that’s what makes it all worth while – plus being able to hold something in your hand.

To my mom the Postmaster! I pray that God give you the strength, energy and everything else you may need to fulfill the requirements of your new job at the local post-office!

God bless you all.


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