It is 3 months to the day and I can’t help but go back and revisit my loss and still feel the intensity of the pain.
Longing for some contact
with Julius today, I opened his journal and read his testimony on a trial he
was going through last year. His comment at the end was: “Now I know that in trials – God refines us
in the crucible of fire. Our faith is tested, and he takes us only to the
limits for which He sustains us with His grace. He has revealed His love for me
(in this trial)”
For sure I am in the
furnace now and the heat seems to get more intense. Some will say to me “time
will heal.” I am not sure this is true. This circumstance can never be reversed
– Julius is never coming back home. What is going to fill that void for me?
A dear friend who has
walked this road before me said that the loss of your husband is like an
amputation. It does heal but it takes a long time and then for some reason or
the other the scab falls off and it bleeds again and again.
And yes my faith is
being tested. But God promises that “No temptation[a] has
overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will
not let you be tempted[b] beyond what
you can bear. But when you are tempted,[c] he will
also provide a way out so that you can endure it”. 1 Cor 10:13.
Our gracious
God is faithful. As Julius felt I also believe that even though sometimes the
pain of loss seems unbearable, His grace is sufficient.
Joni Ericson Tada
in an article entitled God’s Plan A says: “When suffering sandblasts us
to the core, the true stuff of which we are made is revealed. Suffering lobs a
hand grenade into our self centeredness, blasting our soul bare, so we can be
better bonded to the Saviour.”
This is the love of My
God that will not rest till He moulds me to be more like His Son Jesus. I end
this day thanking Him that He cares enough to not give up on me as He moulds
and perfectly carves what He wants in me.
Lord I joyously submit
to You, trusting that You are working all things together for my good.
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