The Journey of Grief
Do not identify me or anyone else by their trial and pain. It's rude, insensitive, triggering, and something you can't ascertain. No one wants to be identified by their tribulation, sorrow, and suffering. If you love your neighbor well, you should be the one buffering.
And don't scurry away quickly as if those grieving have some lethal disease. Speak words that make others stronger, deposit love, grace, and healing! ...... PLEASE!!!! If you have not been on the boat and experienced someone else's stormy seas, Don't judge their journey; call out petitioning Jesus on their behalf as you fall on your knees!
As we pass through the deep rising waters, there are times we feel consumed and even doomed. We are called to give over everything of significance in this life, burying it in a tomb. Only then can there be a resurrection because we have made room.
We wonder where the lifeline to pull us out and away from the seemingly endless perils of death we face is?
Knowing the angst of which we suffer, Jesus quiets our soul with an all-encompassing embrace of His.
The journey is full of brokenness and heartache, with shards of broken glass. We can't think our lungs can't breathe as the sorrow rips raw, and we emotionally collapse.
The pain creeps steadily up our veins, infecting our heart and soul,- now in need of a quadruple bypass.
He resuscitates us time after time, filling us up to overflowing -as He is life-giving.
He reminds us of why we are here as He sings songs of hope to renew the way we are living!
If this path were not paved with promises and plans that exceed my finite mind,
I would have given up and taken shelter for my remaining days from all humankind.
Hope is renewed when I hear my "Father" say; this is part of perfecting our relationship and spiritual design.
It is a shifting and sifting of sorts in ways to perfect you as I use these things to refine and realign."
The breath of my life was and continues to be sustained by His breath manifold.
He tenderly and lovingly mends my soul and spirit with new mercies to behold.
I miss my sons more than words or actions could depict.
But I trust the author of their lives and mine and believe every word in God's script.
Sterling and Marc are together safely now at home,
They now dwell in the presence of God Almighty's SHALOM.
The lingering pain in my heart of these profound losses will not subside on this side of the cross,
I trust and see the beauty from ashes birthed, knowing in eternity, I will have gained more than I lost.
May my faith continue to be strengthened through the difficult seasons.
Allowing me to see behind the veil into the deeper truths without the need for a reason.
Lord, may you always be the anchor rooting me through every storm. Enable me to stay surrendered and yielded on this path to be transformed.
Love, ME
October 26, 2020