Make Sense
One of my daughters and I where talking last evening of our feelings. We both remarked how grief has a way of creeping up on you at inopportune times but the most frustrating thing is the reoccurrence of things we think we have already worked through. C.S. Lewis in “A Grief Observed” writes Grief is like a long winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape. My experience over the last 14 weeks is not every bend does. Sometimes the surprise is the opposite one; you are presented with exactly the same sort of country you thought you had left behind miles ago. That’s when you begin to wonder if the valley isn’t some sort of circular trench. I am continually reminding myself that God is in control and He is doing a work in me and that can only come as I learn to trust Him no matter how dark the days and how sleepless the nights. Somehow I have to let my head slip down into my heart and no longer demand answers. The WHY? Becomes unimportant when I begin to believe that God can and will redeem the pain for my good and His glory. He has promised to never leave me or forsake me and I must hold on to this promise with all my strength even when He doesn’t seem to MAKE SENSE.
Have a great day.
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Love you Pastor Phil, just want ya to know I'm thinkin about all of you
xo
Evening Philip... Was just sitting out the back there, it's such a still and quiet evening, and I spotted just one single star in the sky and it sort of mesmerised me for a bit. But then something distracted me and I looked away and when I looked back the star had gone... Of course, it was still there but a cloud had blown across and obscured my view, and it made me think of your blog the other day when you wondered if the goal posts have moved. And I thought, how like that life is - God's there, and in the still clearness we can see Him, but then we get distracted, or a cloud blows in, and we fret because He's 'gone' - but all along He's there, maybe just obscured for a time. Do you remember the year dad and mum and me and Kath went to London with you and Jill? We were in Hamley's and Dad said, 'Hold on to somebody's hand', but I got way-laid by the toys and got lost, and was beginning to really panic when you and dad appeared behind me - I had never actually been lost, you two could see me the whole time, even though I couldn't see you. But I learnt a lesson that day which obviously has stayed with me - I guess that sometimes hands have to be let go for lessons to be learnt... Sorry, this has turned into quite an epistle, but it was on my heart. As are you. Love ya
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