It’s interesting, on a Sunday afternoon errand, I discovered two sheep that moved into the area. “They are Dorper sheep”, their ninety-year-old owner informed me. He’d wanted a pair of Dorper sheep since he was a little boy. The sheep keeper leaned heavily into the saddle of his field-weary four wheeler and adjusted the cannula that fed oxygen to his failing heart. “Sheep are born looking for a place to die.” It was a startling sentence, especially as I considered the myriad of scriptural implications.
Tag: Grief
In the crush of grief, Jesus asks us, really dares us, to look more closely at Him and to hold out for His forthcoming reality. As believers, our existence will not end in death. Our loved ones fall asleep and when that sleep comes we’ll be tempted to forget about the promise yet to come. That is why it is imperative that we pull close to our Savior and trust His report over our own crashing emotions.
cemetery, darkness, grief, restoration, loss, recovery, wholeness, presence, Immanuel
“He who was seated on the throne said “I am making all things new! And then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”” (Revelation 21:5 NIV) My husband delivered the remarks in yesterday’s service, and this scripture in Revelation was…
All includes a lot. That little ‘all’ requires trust in good times and in bad. On mountaintops and in valleys alike. In excess and lack. In prime health and poor health. On fine spring days and blustery blizzarding nights. In surety but also in chaos. With addition and subtraction. On birth days and death days and the dash that lies between. We are pressed, even dared to trust Him at all times.
Being still is not my suit. I wonder if you can relate? I’m a planner, a do-er, a get-er-done kind of gal. Yet I limped through the last week of 2021 in stillness; assuaged with sorrow.
Today I need a fresh revelation of the goodness of the Lord right here on earth.
My friend remembered vividly how prone we are to hurting one another and warned me against inflicting even more damage.
“You know what I long for, Lord; You hear my every sigh.” (Psalm 6:3 NLT) I cried a little last night. My facebook feed was filled with the cherubic faces of my younger friends’ children and my older friends’ grandchildren in costumes and candy-laden. I…
I have written out more sympathy cards in 2021 than in my whole life combined, I think.