Praying, praying, praying. Prayed haard for you that night. Prayed with my husband. Prayed for all concerned. There will be victory in the midst of devastation. Our God is strong enough for this.
Hearing our words for what they are and understanding the pain–listening–is something God does very well. He is able to hear all our pain and understands us completely. I’m counting on His comfort and praying you will feel it as well.
I just liked to that ‘nothing.’ It’s funny … that exact song was what God ministered to me the night before my Mom died. My Dad had called late – clearly very distressed at her condition – and it had really rattled me. I took a bath, and those words ran in my head, and I wept. “Give to the wind your fear. Hope and be undismayed. God hears your sighs and counts your tears. God will lift up … God will lift up … lift up your head.” Tears come now just remembering. Funny that it has been used for the same purpose again. Funny … in a God way.
I spent a lot of time with God yesterday, just writing and writing and writing–seeking Him. I don’t quite know that I am as focused as I want to be, but it helps sometimes just to listen for Him.
I spoke with my pastor on the same day I read the e-mail about the news (the same day this post was published, actually). As it turns out, I did not know the victim–thank God. But I was concerned, and still am, that it would bring some things back. That’s what happened in March when my friend lost his mother…But like my therapist said, “It never goes away. But, after a while, the edges won’t be so rough and the emotions won’t be so raw.”
Strange thing about the e-mail. My pastor actually used some of the same words and phrases that I had said in a relatively recent conversation with him about my own grief: “Choose your words carefully [when speaking to the survivors]. The peace that surpasses all understanding suprasses all understanding for a reason. I don’t understand, but I have hope.”
I would never mention any of this to him, of course, because it’s too important to concern anyone with. But I am very grateful that he listened to me that day, and that he is sharing the lessons I have learned.
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Sunrise
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A Beautiful Day
"Compassion, not condemnation. Justice, not judgement."
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Whispers In The Wind
"Compassion without action is sentimentality. Compassion is a verb, not a noun."
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Natural Laws
"To be powerful, one must forsake grace. To be graceful, one must forsake power."
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To The Horizon
"Religion is for those who want to avoid Hell; Spirituality is for those who are in hell and want to get out."
~Anonymous
Silent Spring
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To Be The Sunrise
"I have one life and one chance to make it count for something...and the something I have chosen is my faith. Now, my faith goes beyond theology and religion and requires considerable work and effort. My faith demands--and this is NOT optional--my faith DEMANDS that I do whatever I can, wherever I can, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference." ~Jimmy Carter
I’m praying…
Praying…
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Praying, praying, praying. Prayed haard for you that night. Prayed with my husband. Prayed for all concerned. There will be victory in the midst of devastation. Our God is strong enough for this.
Thank you all.
I read the devotional you linked…very good.
Thank you.
Praying…
Friend of mine, who lost his father a few years ago, sent me that link.
Hearing our words for what they are and understanding the pain–listening–is something God does very well. He is able to hear all our pain and understands us completely. I’m counting on His comfort and praying you will feel it as well.
And I am convinced that God understands me in ways I do not. Thank you for your prayers, Michelle.
I just liked to that ‘nothing.’ It’s funny … that exact song was what God ministered to me the night before my Mom died. My Dad had called late – clearly very distressed at her condition – and it had really rattled me. I took a bath, and those words ran in my head, and I wept. “Give to the wind your fear. Hope and be undismayed. God hears your sighs and counts your tears. God will lift up … God will lift up … lift up your head.” Tears come now just remembering. Funny that it has been used for the same purpose again. Funny … in a God way.
How are you doing, my friend?
I spent a lot of time with God yesterday, just writing and writing and writing–seeking Him. I don’t quite know that I am as focused as I want to be, but it helps sometimes just to listen for Him.
I spoke with my pastor on the same day I read the e-mail about the news (the same day this post was published, actually). As it turns out, I did not know the victim–thank God. But I was concerned, and still am, that it would bring some things back. That’s what happened in March when my friend lost his mother…But like my therapist said, “It never goes away. But, after a while, the edges won’t be so rough and the emotions won’t be so raw.”
Strange thing about the e-mail. My pastor actually used some of the same words and phrases that I had said in a relatively recent conversation with him about my own grief: “Choose your words carefully [when speaking to the survivors]. The peace that surpasses all understanding suprasses all understanding for a reason. I don’t understand, but I have hope.”
I would never mention any of this to him, of course, because it’s too important to concern anyone with. But I am very grateful that he listened to me that day, and that he is sharing the lessons I have learned.
I still don’t understand, but I still have hope.
sorry – ‘linked’
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Err…I don’t know, Darla. Why is your comment what…?
Nothing in the Spam-Monster.