To those of you who are grieving:
I know how it feels to be lost in a pit of despair.
I know how it feels to lose your faith.
I know how it feels to feel let down or to not understand how it could possibly be in Gods will for someone to lose their loved one.
Jesus said in The Beatitudes:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted”
All things work for his glory. The memory of our loved ones that we have lost are an ever present reminder that we have to do something in this life that is of substance to carry on their legacy.
I remember the summer of my freshman year in college. I was a student at Eastern Michigan University and went home to visit, but my mother and sister were in New York visiting with my aunt. I received a call from my mother and she told me that Jesus appeared to her and told her that he had come to take her to glory. I didn’t want to believe it, I asked her what did she say. She said she prayed and God told her a little more time.
That was summer of 2004 by January 2005 she was gone. My mother had stage 4 breast cancer.I still remember our last conversation. December 25, 2004 she told me she was tired. With tears in my eyes I didn’t want to believe her I asked; “What about the lives you said you wanted to save?” Her response was, “God will send someone else their way.” Up until this very moment I hadn’t realized that even then she was talking about me. Glory be to God! My mother’s death is still serving a purpose.
This moment is the most bitter sweet I have ever felt because though my heart is still sad for her, I am so glad that she knew Christ and that she served our Father. My mother taught her children the love of Christ, she not only spoke on his Grace but she exemplified it everywhere she went. She carried herself in a way that gave him glory. Because of what she instilled in me I am able to relate with you who have lost loved ones and uplift others. When she passed on she heard those beautiful words. The words I wish to hear one day “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
Somebody ought to tell him thanks!