April 21, 2014
We bury Dom today-the day after Resurrection Sunday-we will place his mortal shell into the ground from whence he came.
But Father, I know that this is not the end. I know that what makes Dominic, “Dominic” is not what I will bury.
He is alive and with You-he is stronger than he’s ever been, more full of life than he would possibly know on earth.
I know that You are sovereign and You are love.
At this moment, I don’t understand how losing Dom is a loving act of a loving Father but I must trust in Your character regardless of circumstances.
“I heard and my [whole inner self] trembled; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones and under me [down to my feet]; I tremble. I will wait quietly for the day of trouble and distress when there shall come up against [my] people him who is about to invade and oppress them.
Though the fig tree does not blossom and there is no fruit on the vines, [though] the product of the olive fails and the fields yield no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will exult in the [victorious] God of my salvation!”
May 3, 2016
I tremble still.
I often do not feel fruitful or particularly hopeful.
I wait for redemption and restoration.
But my praise is not dependent upon my understanding of what God is doing.
My praise is a proclamation of Who God is.
So I declare with my mouth and speak truth to my heart:
Know (perceive, recognize, and understand with approval) that the Lord is God! It is He Who has made us, not we ourselves [and we are His]! We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and a thank offering and into His courts with praise! Be thankful and say so to Him, bless andaffectionately praise His name!
For the Lord is good; His mercy and loving-kindness are everlasting, His faithfulness and truth endure to all generations.
Psalm 100:3-5 AMPC