Have you ever been through something really really super-duper soul-crushingly hard in your life?Did you pray about it and struggle to have faith and trust?
Did God pull through in an impossible way and show himself to be faithful, merciful, and full of goodness and love????
Did you come out on the other end praising His name???
I want to know that story!!!
Will you comment and share??? Details people, I want details!!!
Psalm 40: 1-3
"I waited patiently for the LORD;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD."
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD."
**Please note that this is not a pity party for me, I want to hear your story of God's faithfulness. That alone will encourage me so much, I promise!!**
3 comments:
Yep. We did. The death of our son Brighton after 76 days in his orphanage. It crushed us. To the core. All we could do during it was lean in to God - couldn't imagine any other option.
We're better for it and we continue to praise God because He has gained an enormous amount of glory through it...
Hang in there guys.
For some reason I clicked on this from facebook, Emily. For some reason I am going to take the step of not just verbally speaking of what has happen in my lifetime but type it and have you listen with your eyes. Here it goes.
December 11, 2006 (Tuesday)
When I was fourteen my eighteen year old brother Leigh passed away, from this day on I do not know exactly how he passed away. From suicide to accidental death the theories have been spoken of, I am not interested in these theories and neither should you be. The fact is, is that he died that morning. Doesn't matter how, what matters is what happen after his death. At this time in my life I was highly unsure of my walk with God, you could pretty much say in my eyes it was non-existing. I remember through all the chaos and people running in and out of the house I vividly remember sitting on the house and whispering God is not real God is not real God is not real God You are not real. How could I tell something it wasn't real when I was directly speaking to it. Little did I know from that day on my life was going to change drastically. It took me about a year to realize something was not right in my life, that through all the attempts of leaving this Earth that God had other plans for me and I needed to stop and realize that the reason I wasn't happy, wasn't enjoying life was that I wasn't living it to its purpose. His purpose. what was the point of crying every day. isolating myself from non existing friends and broken family. just to sit in heartache. Finally I got a smack in the head that was like "alright lil yes you are broken, yes you went through hell, yes you feel like you are at a dead end but what now, you've tried to leave this path and it isn't working...don't you think there is a reason for that?" suddenly my heart caught on fire and I bursted into tears and craved for change. I found this change in accepting Jesus Christ into my life. change in result to letting my heart be open and ready to be used. To not be silent anymore. To not hide or be ashamed but become the women of God that I am formed to be. To have a grand future. I started praying and going to a local church. Around this time I was sixteen-seventeen. I was the only one in my household that loved the Lord and strived to live a God worthy lifestyle, whenever I would try and speak about my beliefs and thoughts I would automatically be shut off and almost mocked by even my own household. it went from calling my parents and other brother family, to calling them my household. Everyone was so broken and I watched it everyday until I realized that God too has a plan for them, has a timeline of their life and guidence. I needed to stop focusing on their struggles because they are not in my hands and I cannot fix them. I am now nineteen, it has been almost five years since my brother passed away, I still remember every detail of that morning, I still feel the heartache but it is not the end of the world anymore. it is the beginning of such a beautiful, glorious journey. I am so ready to keep going forward with life and learn from mistakes, that is what they're there for right? to learn, to grow, and to go tell. If I look back on those years of what felt like hell, I can pinpoint every moment I was blind to God being right there with me. That's just it, through our struggles, when we close God out, He is still there, always always always there. It truly was a 360' going from screaming at God to praising Him.
Proverbs 3:5-6
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
I have a tattoo on my side that says "John 11:25"
- then Jesus said to her "I am the resurrection and I am the life. The one who believes in my will live, even though they die.
Fantastic news, Emily! So glad we got to hang out a couple weeks ago... excited about all your future holds!
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