Six months ago, I had such a day. Gabe, my precious son went home to be with the Lord. A day that has been imprinted on my heart and changed the dynamic of my family until we are all reunited. Yesterday, as I was listening to the wisdom of Colin Carson delivering his message from 2 Sam 23, I realized that I am further in the healing process than I thought, but still remain humbled & pliable by the work remaining. [for the rest of my natural life] As he described the three powerful men of King Davids ... I could relate why this season didnt totally paralyze and destroy my love affair with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Like Josheb, I slain the 800+ mental thoughts and fears that plagued me in this season of grief; I rebuked them and leaned on the Word of God to negate such deception. Like Eleazar, like his hand stuck to his sword throughout his battle, I stuck it out throughout the last six months believing that my joy would be restored, that my perspective would be adjusted if I just grasped how wonderful Heaven must be for Gabe. That I couldnt remain selfish in my desire to hug him just once more. I became a warrior for intimate communion with the Comforter of my soul. Alike, Shamah, I took a stand for my character in Christ ... remained committed to serving others in ministry and counsel. I took a purposeful stand against the devil to not become introspective and isolated. And lastly, like Benaiah, quietly, I pressed in through nights of tears, sleepless nights and prayed and worshipped to slay the lion of this season. And even though, this deep sorrow may last in some form for a very long time, it is being transformed to revelation, mercy, grace and acceptance. Joy ... not quite, but I am giving myself time to be fully restored. I am not where I started Nov 19th, 2013, but I am on the mend and walking this out in faith.
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 14:50:08 +0000
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