When my precious mother was murdered by my dad I suffered a long and arduous trial of grief (I was only 27 years old). When my husband broke the news to me I suddenly felt like I was a hundred years old and knew my heart would never be the same. The suffering I was going through stayed in my mind for years. I was not a Christian when my mother was murdered but I started longing for the truth. God gave me the desire to know Him and He gave me the courage to accept His plan of salvation. From that moment on I began to heal and to laugh again.
Ten short years later my younger brother was murdered by someone he called a friend। My younger brother had lived with my husband and I after our mother was murdered and he became more like my son than my brother. Oh, the deep pain that pierced my already deeply scarred heart was hard to bear. However, there was one big difference this time because now I was a Christian and I saw things from a different perspective. Although, my heart and mind couldn’t seem to wrap around another murder in our family I was able (by God’s grace and loving hand) to bury my brother without the fear of going crazy. I knew the truth of Romans 8:18 “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed to us-ward.” and Romans 8:28 “And we know that to them that love God all things work together for good, even to them that are called according to his purpose.”
Yes, I know what deep suffering is because not only have I lost loved ones to murder but I lost a dear and beloved friend to suicide। I have also stood by my youngest daughter and her husband as they buried their first born son (my precious grandson, Riley).
Nevertheless, with all confidence in our Lord and His love for us I can say with absolute surety: no matter your sorrow or pain… if you will lean wholly on God, look to Him for your heart’s comfort and for your mind’s stability, God will see you through your worst fears and horrible tragedies।
You will come away with a victorious attitude and a heart made richer by God’s wisdom.
We weep with those who weep; but we also rejoice with those who rejoice। This is what God has done for me and He doesn’t play favorites… He will do the same for you… Only trust Him.
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NIGHT AND MORNING!
by F.B. Meyer
“Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning।“-- Psa_30:5 (R.V.).
The Night of Doubt—the Morning of Faith। It is indeed a memorable moment in the history of the human spirit, when we suddenly wake up to see that the Almighty is the All-Loving Father, that the righteousness of God is no longer a ground of anxiety and fear, but of assured hope; that He has no pleasure in the death of a sinner, but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live. What a glad hour it was to Thomas when, after a week of the blackness of darkness, he stood again face to face with Jesus, and learnt that His heart was beating in sympathy, and that His pierced hands were held out to him. Dare to believe that the Love which died for thee is dealing with all the mysteries, misfits, and dark problems of thy life. Weeping may tarry for the night in which you shut yourself in with yourself, but she is only a lodger! Joy will come in the morning, when you open your heart to Christ.
The Night of Perplexity—the Morning of Vision। We cannot explain all the dealings of God with man, still less the mysteries of the Divine Nature. Clouds and darkness are round about Him, though judgment and righteousness are the habitation of His Throne. But from time to time we obtain some broken vision of His Purpose and Achievement and Objective. Then the voice of Joy rings through our heart; then our mouths are filled with laughter and our tongues with singing! Men call us dreamers, but we count them blind. Sooner or later Christ will come! The power of Satan will be broken and his reign ended. The things that prophets and kings foretold, and died without seeing, shall be realized. The children of Light will lift up their heads, because the time of Redemption will have come. Sorrow and sighing will flee away, and in that glad Morning there will be the shout of Joy!
The Night of Bereavement—the Morning of Reunion। Their stay with us was all too short! We had only begun to fathom their sweetness and beauty. We little dreamed that we would only be allowed to sip the cup of bliss that they had brought into our lives. And then they heard a Voice that called, and saw a beckoning Hand, and they arose and went! He, that height of Weeping! But the Morning of Joy cometh, when we shall see again their radiant faces welcoming us on the other side. In that fair Morning, Joy will be at the full tide, never to recede.
PRAYER
Blessed Christ! The storm is high, the night is dark. Come to me, I beseech Thee. In Thy presence is fullness of Joy. AMEN.