In the past few days, God has sent me a reminder.  When life is filled with pain and anguish, you need to put your hand out and allow someone to help pull you from the pit of despair.  It is a long way down into the well of sorrow.  At times the well is so deep that we cannot pull ourselves out--we seem to be stuck in the quicksand of grief.  Grief is like that-it is all coming in my book--it will suck you down and if you are not careful-you cannot pull yourself back up and into the light. 

God has reminded me of who He is, by prompting me to share with a few- where I am and asking them to pray for me.  How do I know these faithful friends have prayed?  What else would explain my thoughts turning from those same ones that keep going round and round the track-never ceasing the circuit of my consciousness?  What else would explain within minutes of a plea for needing help an oasis of light--in a 2 year old smile as she follows me down the sidewalk as I walk?  She would not leave my side--with her daddy calling to her--she kept telling me "I'm coming" as her little legs worked to keep up with me.  Could I not stop and smile at her sweet face?  Why else would my tears seem to dry ?  Why else would the knot in my chest--slowly begin to disappear?   Why else would a friend text a scripture when I cannot find the words to pray?

I am still struggling and the tears are still near the surface, but I have my hand held up--and am asking God's faithful to hold on tight as I work to overcome the dark--yet again...HE IS FAITHFUL!

"Therefore encourage one another, build one another up, just as you are doing."
I Thessalonians 5:11

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  1. Best analogy I have heard with grief is like the tide of the ocean. When it is out, you can walk the beaches and find such peace. When it is in, the waves have the force to crush rocks and literally suck you into death! Blessings and prayers!

  2. Good analogy, Anonymous. I have written in the past about the waves of grief. Sometime they are gentle waves that roll over you over and over and then other times--the tidal wave -that leaves you gasping and searching for the surface and then the rogue waves that come without warning--they perhaps are the most difficult. I am praying for myself and all that are enduring the vast sea that the peace of a still ocean and the awareness of the GREAT LIFE SAVIORS constant presence with us as He holds our heads above the waves! THANK YOU for your words of encouragement!


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