8.29.2016

A day of beauty and sorrow.


This morning I walked into the hospital room of a man who is slowly making the transition between this life - and the glory of heaven.
Not just any man, but the husband of one of my sweet girls.
She did not know I was in the room until her mom called her name, and when she turned and saw me she walked straight into my open arms, and wept.
I sat down, pulled her onto my lap, and we clung to each other while the tears poured down our cheeks.
There were just no words.

I saw and heard some amazing things in the hour I was there, 
but I am not ready to talk about those yet. There are still - no words.

All I can think about today, in between the tears, is the beauty of God's promises, and His faithfulness to deliver them to His children.
Our brother is at peace because the Shepherd is walking with him through the shadow of death, His hand firmly gripped over his, so there is no reason to fear. The Lord's rod and staff are comforting him. So much so that from his bed he offers comfort to those who have come to minister to him.

Dennis went to pray with him tonight and to say goodbye.
When he returned home, he walked over to me, hugged me, and began to sob.
He shared about his time with our brother and then repeated the prayer of this young man, which left him weeping while he knelt beside his bed.
Lord,
Thank you for Your grace for Mariah and me. I don't deserve it. You are so good to us.
Help me to glorify You. Please allow me to find a comfortable position in bed so I can sleep. 
Please allow me to be able to eat a couple of bites of food ... that would be good.
Help me to watch my tongue when I am uncomfortable and not feeling well 
so I don't bring You shame.
In Jesus name,
Amen

Her faith is just as strong.

As I think of them, the Lord brings this song to mind, and it is perfectly fitting because it is how they live. How they speak. How they praise Him in the darkest days they have ever experienced. 
They are young in years, but they are old in faith and trust.

Our hearts weep with them as they weep, but we will follow their example to praise God - while the tears flow freely - because we belong to a God who sees every tear and we have a Savior who understands our pain because He, too, is a man of sorrows.

Thank You, Lord, for the beauty and sorrow of this day.
Death is a part of life - and we hate it.
And yet - we WILL still praise You!


I come, God, I come
I return to the Lord
The one who's broken
The one who's torn me apart
You struck down to bind me up
You say You do it all in love
That I might know You in Your suffering

Though You slay me
Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

My heart and flesh may fail
The earth below give way
But with my eyes, with my eyes I'll see the Lord
Lifted high on that day
Behold, the Lamb that was slain
And I'll know every tear was worth it all

Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

Though tonight I'm crying out
Let this cup pass from me now
You're still all that I need
You're enough for me
You're enough for me

Though You slay me
Yet I will praise You
Though You take from me
I will bless Your name
Though You ruin me
Still I will worship
Sing a song to the one who's all I need
Sing a song to the one who's all I need

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