Incredible sadness... tears... heartache... disbelief... emotional overload. I told my husband on the way to church this morning that I was about to break from the weight of sorrow.
Shortly after getting to church, my husband took me aside privately and told me he had just gotten the news that our dear friend had died. I collapsed in his arms and fell apart. After a few minutes, by God's strength, I pulled it together. We immediately left church and went to the hospital. When I saw Carolyn, I hugged her, and we cried together. I had been sitting with her in the Critical Care waiting room for the past three weeks. I so desperately wanted Jesus to heal her husband. When things weren't looking good, I prayed, Lord, help my unbelief. But God knows best. He has numbered our days. His servant finished his work here and God called him home.Our neighbor passed away in December. My sister's sister-in-law passed away in February. On Tuesday, I went to a friend's sister's funeral. It just seems like I can't catch my breath between deaths since my brother-in-law's passing on May 6, 2009 - later that same month, my cousin passed away and so it goes. BUT, there's something about that Name -- it's still the Sweetest Name, I know. I can't make it without Jesus. With Him, I can go on. I will attend my friend's funeral. With Him, I will be available to his wife to encourage her and help in whatever way I can. For Galatians 6:9-10 says: And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith. Romans 12:15 says we are to mourn with those who mourn. My spirit is singing these words:
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