I’m not brave by nature.
If I have a choice, I will run every time. But there are just some things worth fighting for.
My family is one of them.
I will not let the enemy have them.
I will not allow despair to overtake us, fear to bind us, hopelessness to sap our strength.
I will not let death win.
And though he stalks me like a hungry lion, knocks persistently demanding attention, follows me as close as my own shadow-I will not let the evil one overtake me or find a home in my heart.
I refuse despair.
This night of loss will be longer than I can bear in my own strength, but I am convinced the Lord will restore my joy.
I am committed to cling to Christ even through my eyes are worn out with tears.
I fight fear.
There is no guarantee that my cup of suffering is full. It may yet hold more sorrow, but I will not worry about what tomorrow may bring.
God is there
I won’t give in to hopelessness.
I hold onto hope because hope is a Person. He is faithful and He is able. What I have given to His hands is safe and secure.
And though death is awful-it is not the end of the story.
When trapped between the Egyptians and the Red Sea, the nation of Israel was understandably frightened.
There WAS no escape-turn back and be slaughtered or move forward and drown.
They despaired of help and begged God to save them.
…Moses told the people, “Don’t be afraid. Just stand where you are and watch, and you will see the wonderful way the Lord will rescue you today. The Egyptians you are looking at—you will never see them again.
Exodus 14;13
They could never have imagined the miraculous answer to their desperate plea for rescue.
I realize that the answer to my cry for help is not going to be restoration of my son in this life. I know that I will have to wait for redemption of my pain.
But I am convinced that what the world regards as a final chapter is only the beginning of the story.
I serve the same God Who parted the Red Sea.
He is still on the throne.
He is not sleeping and He is not silent.
I can stand my ground between today and eternity confident that He is at work in all things.
He is an ever present Help in time of trouble.
I will not be moved.
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These are very comfoting words. Myself, my sister and my mom all lost our adults sons. My sister as recent as a few weeks ago. Fear of loosing our other children is so great.
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Thank you again Melanie. I needed this “courage booster” tonight.
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My son passed away August 6th of 2017. He was murdered at the young age of 17. The pain is still so raw. I realized I could let this pain and depression take over me, or I could call out to God to comfort me in hopes that one-day I’m able to help another grieving mother like yourself.
Thank you for your beautiful words in each of your blogs. I know your son is so very proud of you! May God bless you always!
Jeremy’s mom ❤
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My son also was murdered at the age of 17, it was 16 weeks ago. Then my very good friend and ex co worker lost her daughter after a long battle with cystic fibrosis. I know Gods plans are perfect. He put our lives together 9 years ago because be knew what we would need! Things like this situation give me hope that his plans really are perfect and he had a perfect plan for my son leaving this Earth as early as he did.
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Yes; if one does not have faith in our God and Jesus there is no hope; I thank our Heavenly Father daily, but struggle daily too with the loss of my son. In all honesty though, I am happy for my son to be totally free of pain, and to be in a place where I will get to see him again. 🙂
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Thank you for putting words to my thoughts.
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Amen. Nothing more to say.
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