Blessed are
those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4 (NIV)
During the past
four years and ten months, my family has endured nine deaths of our loved ones.
My dear sister, Gene was the last one to pass. She left us two months ago.
My first loss
was my dear mother. I took care of her with some assistance. I was in shock for
a long, long time after she died. When the other deaths occurred, some within
just months, and some in a year or two, I began to feel God was trying to tell
me something. But, what? I went on with my life, trying to keep busy
with my writing, but I had long weeks without inspiration. Slowly, the
depression lifted and I found I could go on. God is so good to me.
With the last
two losses of a dear beloved uncle in Georgia and this loss of my older sister,
suddenly the depression I felt was like walking into a dark pit—no light in
sight. But, each day the darkness gets lighter until only a shadow hangs over
my heart. It lifts a little every day. God has done that for me. I pray daily
and lull myself to sleep praying to a loving, comforting Father, the only true
father I have ever known. The darkness is lifting a little more.
Thank You,
Father, for being with me even though I don't always feel Your presence. I know
that You care about my feelings and You soothe my aching heart, giving me the
comfort that Jesus promised. Amen.
© 2016 Evelyn B.
Ryan
1 comment:
Dear Evelyn,
I'm so sorry for your losses. It is comforting to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we have a Father who loves us so dearly. He understands our pain. Our tears are so precious to Him that the Bible says He saves them in a bottle. That is a comforting thought.
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