“He stilled the storm to a whisper.” (Psalm 107:29a) NIV
Florida summers can produce some truly magnificent skies. One can witness a blue, cloud free sky change in a matter of minutes.
It starts with the distant rumble of thunder. Low rumbles spaced out by minutes. Before you can count the number of rumbles, the blue sky has changed to massive gray clouds and darkness covers the ground. In an instant, the clouds burst forth pelting the area with rain and sometimes hail. Lightening then arrives to put the exclamation point on the storm.
And, as quick as it arrives, it disappears.
As I reflected on God’s direction for my post this week, I witnessed one of those turbulent Florida thunderstorms. It reminded me of the journey I walked along side my husband as he fought the cancer that invaded his body. A storm that arrived one day with a diagnosis of stage IV cancer and built with a fierce ugly head of complications, surgeries and chemotherapy. Doubt and despair invaded the space of hope and trust. And in my devastation, his death was the exclamation point of that storm. Ending, it seemed, almost as quickly as it had arrived.
But, yet, for me, a storm continued. The clouds gave way to sadness, loneliness and confusion. I yearned for the passing of this turbulent time that had invaded my life and my heart.
Thankfully, God holds the exclamation point of my storm and what I do with the clouds of life’s problems. I cling to His promises and hold to His presence as I move out from under the devastating realization of no longer being able to hold the hand of the one who would protect me from the earthly storms.
“I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.” ( Psalm 55:8) ESV
I will choose to praise Him in this storm of widowhood. I will seek His purpose for me as I walk this path. And I will rejoice knowing that this is but a splinter of eternal time which I will one day share with Him, my husband and loved ones who have gone before me. That is His promise, sisters. We all have that to look towards!
As I seek shelter under the umbrella of His Word, I have developed some thoughts on healing with “man’s time” and why they simply do not work.
- Time does not heal grief. It’s what we do with the time that matters. Remember to address your emotional scars with His mercy and love.
- Time does not erase the pain. Tears will fall and ease the hurt, but, trust God to mend your broken heart.
- Time does not make us forget. If we grieve with the hope God gives us, we can remember in a positive way.
- Time does not cure loneliness. Fill your life with loving family and friends, and always keep praying to God.
- Time does not cure depression. This is a normal part of the grief process. However, we can choose to not linger there as we emerge to embrace the life God has given us.
Time does not, but God can.
I do not know where you are in your storm, my sister. I am praying as the clouds break away and the blue sky returns that you can embrace His loving arms of protection, promise and purpose of the aftermath.
Heavenly Father, I pray for Your presence in the midst of the storms we face. Please help us know that this earthly life is but a mere blink of eternity. We ask for Your help as we face our grief and the pain and loneliness it brings us. We will search for You in the storm and continue to praise You. Amen.
The comfortable life Bonnie was enjoying took a radical turn in the spring of 2009 when the “C word” was introduced into her family. Cancer. Her healthy husband was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer, and life would never be the same. She was able to live the words “for better or worse, in sickness and in health”, walking along side this fight for life. But after a twenty-month battle, God called him home in October, 2010. God has been faithful in His promises – “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.” (Psalm 68:5) She loves reading, baking and long walks along the Florida coastline. A good portion of her time is spent flying around the country as a flight attendant for over thirty years. In the twenty-six years of marriage, they raised two amazing daughters, who now display many of their father’s traits and teachings in their character. This family of three continues to fight the good fight and live out loud for the Savior.
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