Sometimes, not often, but sometimes I feel really sorry for myself, because I have suffered the loss of my Dad, my son and my brother. . . three loves of my life that I miss more than I can say.
With each loss, I feel like parts of myself went with them. and this morning was one of those times, when the sorrow and grief surfaced in a big way and I asked God "Why? Why did you take these three men that I love so deeply from me?"
Though, I know first of all that these beautiful souls are not mine, but given as gifts to the world for a time and a season, as an experienced griever, I have learned that I will l have these moments and that the LORD is always faithful to honor my grief and my honesty with Him, bringing almost instantaneous comfort, strength and peace.
This morning the comfort and peace came to me through a few songs that were played on the praise and worship station that I was listening to; the first song was about connecting the hurt with the Healer, next from God's Word that
"I am a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow, a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapor in the wind." and then through a song written by Laura Story entitled "Blessings." https://youtu.be/Cd6J6Wgnv4M.
My husband, Bob, and I talked at breakfast about the grief that I so often experience that is connected to the loss of my Dad, our son and my brother, and how we do not know how people live with such sorrow and/or depression without the Spirit of God present within us.
As Bob said, "for those who are suffering who often move into the dark place of depression, the pain and sorrow can consume and overwhelm us, if there is not the hope of Christ to hold onto - that which steadies and anchors us and we can feel helpless and hopeless."
For me, it is the hope that this world is not our home and we all are just passing through and for that "greater thirst" inside my heart and soul for our eternal home. How grateful I am for my Dad who planted what I believe to be the truth that "this world is not my home, I'm just passing through," and how he, my son and my brother point the way, but I know nothing will quench my "greater thirst" except the love and presence of God within me, and that hope of one day being HOME.
Thirsty for God and Home Today,
Angie "a mom like you"