As I read, "Hinds' Feet on High Places" by Hannah Hurnard, I feel like it could have easily been written about me. Poor, fearful "Much Afraid" dreading the journey with Sorrow and Suffering! There, I said it, in my "humanness" I absolutely dread it. I have been reminded of the "monuments" of God's goodness in my own miracle story though. Without these "monuments" I would easily be overtaken by the heaviness of my own heart for dear ones in the midst of trials! I am also reminded of God's sovereignty and that none of us, not one, is promised tomorrow! I am that girl who flips to the end of a book to ensure a happy ending before I am willing to read it! Yup, that's me, pitiful 'Much Afraid' learning to cling to the Shepard trusting Him to give her what is best, always! And, I am also prone to bursting into tears (so I always carry tissues with me wherever I go, just in case.)
They are good teachers; indeed, I have few better. As for their names, I will tell them in your own language, and later you will learn what they are called in their own tongue. This,” said He, motioning toward the first of the silent figures, “is named Sorrow. And the other is her twin sister, Suffering."
Poor Much-Afraid! Her cheeks blanched and she began to tremble from head to foot. She felt so like fainting that she clung to the Shepherd for support. “I can’t go with them,” she gasped. “I can’t! I can’t! O my Lord Shepherd, why do You do this to me? How can I travel in their company? It is more than I can bear. You tell me that the mountain way itself is so steep and difficult that I cannot climb it alone. Then why, oh why, must You make Sorrow and Suffering my companions? Couldn’t you have given Joy and Peace to go with me, to strengthen me and encourage me and help me on the difficult way? I never thought You would do this to me!” And she burst into tears. -Hannah Hurnard Hinds' Feet on High Places
Poor Much-Afraid! Her cheeks blanched and she began to tremble from head to foot. She felt so like fainting that she clung to the Shepherd for support. “I can’t go with them,” she gasped. “I can’t! I can’t! O my Lord Shepherd, why do You do this to me? How can I travel in their company? It is more than I can bear. You tell me that the mountain way itself is so steep and difficult that I cannot climb it alone. Then why, oh why, must You make Sorrow and Suffering my companions? Couldn’t you have given Joy and Peace to go with me, to strengthen me and encourage me and help me on the difficult way? I never thought You would do this to me!” And she burst into tears. -Hannah Hurnard Hinds' Feet on High Places
I can not even process the depth of grief felt by my dear friends who just *lost* their little boy! Three months ago, he was diagnosed with an aggressive brain cancer. This weekend they lay his earthly body to rest. Cancer did NOT win though. To the believer it never wins. God wins every time. Ben at a very young age asked Jesus into his heart and looks forward to the promise of heaven. Ben is being cared for by his heavenly Father who loves him more dearly than we here in this imperfect life could ever imagine, and trust me he was one loved little boy!! Ben beat us all home, safely home! If you would like to read their story and be encouraged by their faith check out BLUE4BEN. And, please keep this dear, dear family in your prayers!!
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These songs popped into my head yesterday and I had to share..........
GREAT I AM
I wanna be close, close to Your side
So heaven is real and death is a lie
I wanna hear voices of angels above
Singing as one
Hallelujah, holy, holy
God Almighty, the great I am
Who is worthy, none beside Thee
God Almighty, the great I am...........
OR................
BROKEN HALLELUJAH
Even though I don't know what Your plan is
I know You make beauty from these ashes
I've seen joy and I've seen pain
And on my knees I call Your name
Here's my broken Hallelujah
With nothing left to hold onto
I raise these empty hands to You
Here's my broken
Here's my broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah......................
1 comment:
Hi Lisa- you do such deep, intelligent thinking which makes me stop in my tracks and think, which I appreciate. I hope you are out and enjoying this beautiful day!
Love
Nan
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