Some days, often after a hard day, I sit down and write out the heaviness of it all and my mental state through it. And when I go back and read it, I realize how truly heavy it is and know it’s too much to share here. Life after losing a kid is so hard and if left without an anchor, my mind can go to some really ugly places.
I know each of you have your hard stories too. I don’t like to get on here and preach but if you’re in a tough season, I encourage you to fill your mind hourly with truth. The truth of God’s promises. Through his words and through sermons by pastors who know how to speak to those going through the valley of the shadow of death. If you need suggestions, reach out.
I ran across this quote today and maybe it will be a blessing to you if you’re going through a tough season:
“Afflictions are the golden key by which the Lord opens the rich treasure of His word to his people’s souls.”
By the world’s wisdom, this seems foolish to think of your afflictions in this way but it is the ONLY place to find true peace and comfort.
God is sovereign. My life, your life and all of its ups and downs are in His control and working for my good, your good. He knows, He cares and He answers your cries. I’ve seen his hand and heard his comforting words in the dark, hard places. When I find myself in the dust and on the literal floor. He is there. Your story isn’t over and neither is mine.
After a particularly hard night, this morning I opened my Bible and read Psalm 116. And it my song today:
“I love the Lord because he hears my voice
and my prayer for mercy.
Because he bends down to listen,
I will pray as long as I have breath!
Death wrapped its ropes around me;
the terrors of the grave overtook me.
I saw only trouble and sorrow.
Then I called on the name of the Lord:
“Please, Lord, save me!”
How kind the Lord is! How good he is!
So merciful, this God of ours!
The Lord protects those of childlike faith;
I was facing death, and he saved me.
Let my soul be at rest again,
for the Lord has been good to me.
He has saved me from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling.
And so I walk in the Lord’s presence
as I live here on earth!
I believed in you, so I said,
“I am deeply troubled, Lord.”
In my anxiety I cried out to you,
“These people are all liars!”
What can I offer the Lord
for all he has done for me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation
and praise the Lord’s name for saving me.
I will keep my promises to the Lord
in the presence of all his people.
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
Praise the Lord!”
How could I think for a minute that He doesn’t love me? May His praise forever be on my lips.
I can’t bring myself to put his shoes away. They are still on the bottom step of our staircase. One day I will pack up all his things but that time has not yet come.
Xo
Dawn
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