"...blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." (Mt. 5:4)
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Corinthians 1: 3-4)
These verses give me lots of strength and hope. Or rather I should say the voice of God speaking to me through these verses strengthens me.
If you had to choose between being comfortable, or experiencing grief and loss but drawing closer to God in the process, which would you choose?
That's just something to ponder. I do.
Sometimes I think God is merciful in that He doesn't give us the choice. We tell Him that we want Him, even as we are completely tied up in our earthly lives and we have NO IDEA what we are asking for...but there's that inner spark of love for Christ, and we want God.
And so God begins to rip up apart, with our permission...but ripping nonetheless.
And in return for clay and ashes, God gives us Himself.
And in the end, the losses are not really losses at all (except that that they so are, paradoxically)...because we find ourselves in God and we find each other in God as well...
I say this as a broken woman in the throes of anticipatory grief who is losing her husband to cancer...
God be glorified. that is all.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Corinthians 1: 3-4)
These verses give me lots of strength and hope. Or rather I should say the voice of God speaking to me through these verses strengthens me.
If you had to choose between being comfortable, or experiencing grief and loss but drawing closer to God in the process, which would you choose?
That's just something to ponder. I do.
Sometimes I think God is merciful in that He doesn't give us the choice. We tell Him that we want Him, even as we are completely tied up in our earthly lives and we have NO IDEA what we are asking for...but there's that inner spark of love for Christ, and we want God.
And so God begins to rip up apart, with our permission...but ripping nonetheless.
And in return for clay and ashes, God gives us Himself.
And in the end, the losses are not really losses at all (except that that they so are, paradoxically)...because we find ourselves in God and we find each other in God as well...
I say this as a broken woman in the throes of anticipatory grief who is losing her husband to cancer...
God be glorified. that is all.
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