|A dove in the yard~photo by Jean Ann Williams|
"And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest."
When my son Joshua died by suicide at age twenty-five over nine years ago, I needed much rest, pysically, spiritually and emotionally. I grew exhausted from the hour by hour reality of living without my youngest child. I longed for wings to fly somewhere. Anywhere would do, so, day after day, I watched the doves soar from oak tree to oak tree.
My fascination with our doves began early in my grief.
When my daughter Jami drove up to the house after getting the news of her brother, she stepped out of her car and a thick flapping of wings caught her attention. She turned her eyes toward the sky. Two gray doves appeared to guide a pure white dove to the heavens.
Jami sensed God's Spirit, showing her that Joshua's spirit had been escorted by angels into the Great Beyond where he would take his rest.
God gave Jami reassurance, something to ponder on when her sorrow became unbearable. It helped me, also, after she shared what she had seen on the day of our loss.
"Oh, that I had wings like a dove! would I fly away, and be at rest."
Take a deep breath, dear readers--ah, yes. No matter what sorrow you are experiencing, God wants you to be in His rest. Free like a dove.
Dear Father God, thank You for giving my daughter blessed assurance. The beginning of hundreds of blessings, You have cared and watched over our family through our early grief and beyond. In Jesus' holy name, we are grateful. Amen.
Until next time . . . look for the blessings.