Sound familiar? That is precisely how I felt after the death of our son, Kevin. I wondered if we would ever "redeem what had been lost."
During times like these, it is my nature, and I am intentional about drawing closer to God, leaning into Him and asking Him to be present to me, as I search for answers to my many questions and concerns. I often imagine that Jesus is sitting next to me, ready and willing to listrn to the cares and cries of my heart,
In my needing God's revelations in my perplexities, He is always faithful to comfort, strengthen and renew my hope that no matter what, He is with me - with all of His people - in the storms of life. I thank Him with all of my heart, that He knows just what I need when I need it, and He uses His Word and the words of fellow sojourners to speak hope into my life.
Today, I was reminded of a poem written by Ken Heckman, a Dad who suffered the loss of his son, and I hope it will be of some comfort and encouragement to you, as it was to me. I have personally experienced that trials and hard times will take us to a holy, sacred place, if we allow God to use our life experiences for good,
May we expeirience His peace in these troubling times, and strength to hold fast to our faith no matter what we may face now and in the future. No matter what the voices in our head or the World may say, God is our anchor and His plans for us are for good -"to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11 As we walk through yet another "tunnel of grief" - may it lead us to a "holy place."
In Christ Always, Angie "a mom like you."
The tunnel of grief is a holy place,
A cavern of wisdom and care;
A setting to meet God face to face,
and share every shred of despair.
Priorities change from the burden of grief,
We shed our familiar facade.
Our souls, in search of pain's relief,
Discover a hunger for God.
With eyes dimmed by tears we catch a view
Of life as it's meant to be.
A sorrowing soul can be renewed
And sadness can set it free.
So look for revival that only flows
From rivers of sorrow and pain.
And, reach for the Lord as one who knows
The holiness grief can attain.