Seven Years

I remember the simultaneous grieving and the healing. Much of everyday was consumed with crying, but I had to bear all to Jesus. I needed His touch; I needed to hear His voice; and he was faithful to speak to me in a whisper that came like a shout as I listened intently with my whole being.   


Words of comfort:

  ”Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age,” (Matthew 28:20).


   ”In My Father’s house are many mansions…I go to prepare a place for       
  you…that where I am, there you may be also,” (John 14:2,3).


Words of instruction:


   ”In acceptance lieth peace,” Amy Carmichael.


   “Do the next thing,” Elisabeth Elliot.


Words of healing:


  ”The Lord has given and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the  
  Lord,” (Job 1:21).


  ”The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the  
  glory which shall be revealed in us,” (Romans 8:18).

I am thankful for the life He has given me; in the suffering He has taught me to say, “O Lord, You are the portion of my inheritance, and my cup; You maintain my lot. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Yes, I have a good inheritance, ” (Psalm 16:5,6). All of life is a gift…even the hardships. God has thoughtfully planned each detail (which is hard to grasp since He’s also given me a free will), and who am I to question my lot or compare it with another? I am content to dwell in the absolutes of who God is, trusting Him with the things I cannot understand. Therefore, I move forward in my walk with Him, seeking to know Him more, and worshiping Him in all I’m given and in all I am.