I thought I had posted this... I wrote this up this past year while doing our small group Bible Study of John. It was speaking of loss and how we deal with it. It asked group members to speak of a time of loss in their life. My brother was taken from this life in a motorcycle accident. I many ways it changed and shaped my life from then on. One of those things you don't see coming, have no choice of whether to go through it or not, but We know that God uses all things for good and for His glory and we rest in that truth.
I have linked the title if you want to listen to the song...
My correlation to
my experience of my brother's death
Two months is
too little, they let him go
47 is too young to let go to a quick decision,
by another, to go ahead and go... (Oct. 2006)
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother, while she prays,
to take a son, brother,
father, and grandfather,
in the prime of time when he was getting on his feet is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Why to we think we are to be spared of heart ache and tragedy.
Why do we not look for and see God's
plan is so bigger and better than ours. His uses bad
things and brings Glory and salvation.
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
I was held by so many, God, Craig, my girls, my
Peoria church family. The hole was large
and seemed to only grow with dysfunction.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
It was a quiet time and a gentle time with God
and my hand was closed from fear for a season.
Afraid of what else God would take or require of
me. But thru time God showed me how He held
and provided for me to grow to see how He was
there and in control and helping me through the
darkest time I had experienced.
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
Gradually I was able to open my fingers
again and feel that I did trust God to take me
through whatever rivers He brought me to. IS 43
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life used Isaiah to speak and comfort me
And you survive
Then the ministry opportunity came along and
God through that Is 41 & 43 were huge, so many
promises to Israel and, I feel, to believers who really
place their lives in His "righteous right hand" .
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
I am still held, continually healing from this, and
other, woundings of life. But I am so blessed to have
experienced this suffering, and the experience of
"when everything falls" He really does Hold me!
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour
Watching for our Savior
He provides others to Hold me as well. Can I not
be willing to suffer, that I can learn from the
suffering, so that I can then be there to hold others
when they come into suffering times of their lives.
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
I survived to serve.
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
47 is too young to let go to a quick decision,
by another, to go ahead and go... (Oct. 2006)
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother, while she prays,
to take a son, brother,
father, and grandfather,
in the prime of time when he was getting on his feet is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Why to we think we are to be spared of heart ache and tragedy.
Why do we not look for and see God's
plan is so bigger and better than ours. His uses bad
things and brings Glory and salvation.
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair
This is what it means to be held
I was held by so many, God, Craig, my girls, my
Peoria church family. The hole was large
and seemed to only grow with dysfunction.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
It was a quiet time and a gentle time with God
and my hand was closed from fear for a season.
Afraid of what else God would take or require of
me. But thru time God showed me how He held
and provided for me to grow to see how He was
there and in control and helping me through the
darkest time I had experienced.
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
Gradually I was able to open my fingers
again and feel that I did trust God to take me
through whatever rivers He brought me to. IS 43
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life used Isaiah to speak and comfort me
And you survive
Then the ministry opportunity came along and
God through that Is 41 & 43 were huge, so many
promises to Israel and, I feel, to believers who really
place their lives in His "righteous right hand" .
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
I am still held, continually healing from this, and
other, woundings of life. But I am so blessed to have
experienced this suffering, and the experience of
"when everything falls" He really does Hold me!
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour
Watching for our Savior
He provides others to Hold me as well. Can I not
be willing to suffer, that I can learn from the
suffering, so that I can then be there to hold others
when they come into suffering times of their lives.
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
I survived to serve.
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was, when everything fell,
We'd be held
That is what it is to be loved (allowed to suffer)
that I might experience the promises
and believe,
so
that I can serve, be held, and hold.
I knew I was healing when I could physically and then heart felt
(but also, not without human trepidation) sing this hymn.
I place myself
in Jesus hands and there abide forever, no grief nor joys can loose the bands... and let Him do with
me His will, what He will do will please me.... I cleave to Him with strong faith still and hope (know) that
He will bless me...He will not break the Word He spake, so confidence in Him
I'll take, and praise Him forever more.
Zion's Harp 177
