There are things in life we must overcome and remind ourselves where God has brought us from. I am 62 years old and been through a lot in life. I've had answered prayers and unanswered prayers. I know the power of God now and I have learned to rest in his will. I don't always understand somethings and yet I do. Life brings us tears and joys. Each of us have our own story to tell.
Jeremiah 30:7 ~
I will restore you to health and heal your wounds, declares the Lord.
God was speaking to Jeremiah and he speaks to us too. Along the way of living, I've seen miracles and I know the power of my own decisions in life. Some decisions break us and we wish we had never done that. Yet, some decisions press us forward and we are so happy about that. Today, I want to share my dad's story with you. It's the view from my 18 year old self. Please read on and see how overcoming works.
My dad (ED) was a new believer in God. He was in his 50's. He went to church and believed what he was told. One day a man came in his church and preached this, "If you have faith, you will stop taking medication and trust God". Such a lie, hear me now, NEVER stop taking your medication. My dad was a diabetic and took shots every morning. Not taking his medication,through him into a sudden heart attack that would kill him. I was mad at God and didn't understand at all. I never knew at 18, this story I just told you. I found that out later in life and just cried. It was a Saturday morning and our neighbor Tom tried his best to get into a locked door to help my dad. While all the emergency people were on their way. No human could help him and he left earth that day.
I was broken and lost inside. I didn't know how to call on the name of Jesus or ask God for anything. Anger would build and my life was not normal anymore. My mom would cry every night to die and cry all through the day. Too much for my nerves and I ended up at the Emergency room with chest pains. It was the beginning of change and I see that now. I needed help to get through this and all they did was put me on medication. I needed counseling and help to live again. I stayed locked up inside and wanted this nightmare to be over. But everyday, I woke up the same old story.
Life would press forward until one day I made a decision. I needed to help my mom. It wasn't about me anymore and I needed to help my mom live again. I drove her to the church where my dad went. She began to want to go, but I so hated it. Until one day, a young woman (Jessie) was teaching on life and death. There is power in the tongue.
Proverbs 18:21 New International Version (NIV)
The tongue has the power of life and death,
and those who love it will eat its fruit.
Jessie said I want to tell you a story about my life. I was only a teenager when my dad died. I was so upset and cried a lot. She continue by giving this scripture ~
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 (NIV)3 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
You can read all of Ecclesiastes 3 later. Jessie told us we must believe God's timing is perfect. There is a season for all things. In believing God's word (Bible) we must live all of it. His words brought a hope to my soul. I now believe that God sent Jessie into my life to spark hope. I wasn't ready to surrender my anger at that time, but down the road, I totally was. I knew that her words came from God and she continued by saying she had to release any anger that her dad wasn't here. She explain she was human and first went to anger. You know that caught my ear and I was ready to hear it because it came from someone who experienced it.
Experiences teaches us how to share life with others
Even in my younger self, I did not know the word of God. I didn't want to know the word of God and I didn't want to let go of tears. I didn't know how to mourn or how to live again. I felt lost and my normal was changing anyway. I had just graduated high school and college was before me. A big change and now my dad was gone. Plus, my mom wanted to be gone. I felt like I lost both parents that Saturday morning in 1973. I am writing this today because I feel that someone needs to hear this. You can not stop believing in God or believing in miracles. I have seen miracles too and I know the power of prayer works. I know this at my 62 years old self. I'm not that teenager anymore but I've learn many great things from others.
If you feel alone or need help getting back up, reach out to someone. I have part 2 to this story tomorrow. I know that death is hard and hard to breathe without our loved ones. You think that nobody understands but I do. I've been in broken places and I never had my dad to walk me down a isle to get married or see my grandchildren or his great grandchildren. I see the longings that will never be filled but I also see the reward of knowing someday I will see him again in Heaven. I must continue to overcome my own self and coming to believe BIG.
If you know someone stuck because of a loss of a person, please forward them this. Part 2 is tomorrow.
My prayers continue for you, your family and friends.