I had an interesting talk with the woman I teach nursery with about my mother's death.
It's not the first time I've had this talk with someone, about how sorry they are she died. How they don't know what they would do if that happened to them. If they could have been able to do what Cori and I did and come to help... you get the idea. Like we were these great martyrs or something.
The thing I really feel, and I want people to know is that you never know what you can do, until it's your time to do it. You never know what God will ask you to do, until he asks. And if you wish for those hard things, large and small, not to happen to you- resent them. Hate them... you will miss the windows of heaven being opened by our magnanimous Father in heaven who loves you, as he pours out blessings upon your head.
I am sure that this is not the last hard thing that will happen in our life.
In all honestly, I hope the next one is a ways off.
But I am grateful.
I am grateful for my mother's death.
For the lessons I have and am still learning.
For relationships that have grown in ways they wouldn't have, had she been here, because we wouldn't have bothered.
For the physical blessings I know God has given us to help to fulfill our part in this plan.
And most especially, for the proving ground her death has been for my own faith.
Not because I don't miss her, or because my faith is so strong I don't ever just ache to speak with her, but because I know, more than I ever could have known before her death, that Jesus Christ really is who he claimed to be.
The Son of God.
And that through his sacrifice and love, we can be healed and made whole, no matter what has caused our injury.
So no matter how cloudy the day, (loud the child), terrifying the obstacle, or broken the heart.
Don't be afraid of what is to come in your life, or what has come.
He is there to help and heal us. Just waiting patiently for us to ask.
It's not the first time I've had this talk with someone, about how sorry they are she died. How they don't know what they would do if that happened to them. If they could have been able to do what Cori and I did and come to help... you get the idea. Like we were these great martyrs or something.
The thing I really feel, and I want people to know is that you never know what you can do, until it's your time to do it. You never know what God will ask you to do, until he asks. And if you wish for those hard things, large and small, not to happen to you- resent them. Hate them... you will miss the windows of heaven being opened by our magnanimous Father in heaven who loves you, as he pours out blessings upon your head.
I am sure that this is not the last hard thing that will happen in our life.
In all honestly, I hope the next one is a ways off.
But I am grateful.
I am grateful for my mother's death.
For the lessons I have and am still learning.
For relationships that have grown in ways they wouldn't have, had she been here, because we wouldn't have bothered.
For the physical blessings I know God has given us to help to fulfill our part in this plan.
And most especially, for the proving ground her death has been for my own faith.
Not because I don't miss her, or because my faith is so strong I don't ever just ache to speak with her, but because I know, more than I ever could have known before her death, that Jesus Christ really is who he claimed to be.
The Son of God.
And that through his sacrifice and love, we can be healed and made whole, no matter what has caused our injury.
So no matter how cloudy the day, (loud the child), terrifying the obstacle, or broken the heart.
Don't be afraid of what is to come in your life, or what has come.
He is there to help and heal us. Just waiting patiently for us to ask.
Thanks for sharing Kari, this is a great reminder. I remember having these thoughts when I was so sick in high school and people would say similar things. You never know what you can handle until you have to, but it is so comforting to know we can draw strength from the atoning sacrifice of our Savior.
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