Monday, December 3, 2012

The Psalms and Grieving



These holiday seasons are filled with memories of our loved ones. We can't help but think of them and miss them so intensely we may feel physically ill.

To help us in our grief path for our children, I've planned a five day a week Psalm verses with added words that I hope will comfort. My prayer is that these verses bring you as much peace and comfort as they do for me.

1. I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2. I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. Psalm 142: 1-3 KJV

I love God more for these verses. They are so fitting as to our struggles as parents over longing to see our children once again. Let's sum up the words of David, and I'll express what I see that helps me.

In verse one: I cried to God daily for months and into the first four years for I was so horrified over my loss of Joshua. I couldn't wrap my mind around what happened. Joshua no longer here? No, no, no!

In verse two: I didn't hide my sorrow before the Lord. I complained to him a lot. I'd say things like, "Lord, I'm not going to ask why, but I DO NOT like this. What good can come of this loss? Joshua should be here with his family. Here with me. How can I bear this?"

First part of verse three: This is the verse that shows it is okay to cry out to the Lord. To cry. To beat your fists and to kick a pillow. To scream. To fall on the floor and wail, if that's how you feel. I did all those things, and I always sensed a peaceful presence when the action was done. I did not hurt anyone or myself (well, one time I busted a blood vessel in my hand when I slammed my fist on the wall. I don't recommend that). Did you notice how God can fully hear us? Reread verse three carefully. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then (my emphasis) thou knewest my path.

Second part of verse three: I know David had many enemies. How can we take these words of sorrow and apply them? What if we don't have enemies when our child dies? How about this: Death is our enemy. Losing a friend because of our loss is an enemy of sorts. They don't become our enemy in the true sense, but the hurt that comes from their decision to leave the friendship feels like an enemy. But let's remember that our friends that leave don't want to. They are overwhelmed with hurt for us and they have their reasons for leaving. They may fully believe that they will say something that will hurt us further.

In the English Standard Version it says of the second part of verse three: In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me. The one enemy that surely fits these words best is Satan. He is in his glory when the rug is jerked from under us, and our feet go flying in the air and we land hard on our back. Please, do not underestimate Satan's ways of making us think all is lost during our blackest hour.

Yes, our most precious child has left this earth, but our life is not over and in time we come to see this. In time.

Until tomorrow . . . rest in Lord God.



Saturday, October 13, 2012

Reader Appreciation Award

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I am excited to announce I've been nominated for the Reader Appreciation Award from Pat Rowland of Pat's Prayerful Pondering.

Pat offers many insights about Christian living. I've benefited time and again by her wise words that come from her sweet heart. Always honest. Always direct.

The Reader Appreciation Award has four guidelines:

  • Acknowledge the giver of the award and provide a link to his/her blog site.
  • Copy and paste the award to your blog.
  • Pass the award to a maximum of ten bloggers.
  • Notify your selected bloggers that you nominated them. 

There are three bloggers I wish to nominate, Jiwan Dhali, Charlie Perryess, and Leia Davis. I've chosen Jiwan for her no nonsense  and honest tone about the challenges and rewards of walking the Christian life. Charlie, a school teacher and author, writes about where our words originated and how they've changed over the decades. Charlie's site is a wealth of information for anyone who enjoys words. Leia deserves this award because she openly and honestly writes about life in a growing, Christian home schooled family.

Keep up the good work gang!

Jiwan Dhali's LiveandLaughWithJesus

Charlie Perryess' Wordmonger

Leia Davis' The Davis Daily

Until next time . . . I write the words.


Saturday, September 29, 2012

I Am Still Here


I owe an apology to my faithful readers. I've been living life fully. That meant being away from my desk almost 100 percent of the time. I've done very little writing, some editing, and almost no reading. I'm working on our farm every single day. And, I'm storing my experiences within my heart to share with my blog readers.

As I planted my veggie seeds in spring, I sensed a joy to bring in new life. As I now tear down my garden, I am relieved the work is almost done. I sense a sadness. Why? you may ask. So close to Joshua's birthday, a very hard season indeed.

I am still here.

I walk this earth.

I work and work to fill my mind and heart with the good that God has allowed me to have. I share my life with others in hopes it may help in some small way, and I'm still here.

I miss my son and this time of year will never be easy. Easier, but never easy. I won't fool myself into thinking otherwise. Right now, it's getting hard to feel joy when I wake in the mornings, but now I know what it is. Grief. Sorrow. Sadness for a son I can no longer hug. Or to kiss his forehead. Or to debate issues with. For eight years, I've had this void.

Now that I understand so much more, when I wake and I feel that empty spot within me, I let myself feel it. Then, I think of our Lord and a warmth comes over me. I know that God loves me. He understands me better than I do. I have my Lord.

For those of you who are just beginning this journey of loss of a child, know that you can still be here and grow in the Lord. You will stumble, but God will carry you.

If you are willing.

Until next time . . . remember Who it is that loves you most.