WholenessNew Every Morning | September 5, 2020
Remembering our story helps us journey into wholeness. In the process of remembering and sharing our stories, we restore those parts of ourselves we have forgotten, suppressed, or denied. We discover that we can reconceptualize and that even the difficult memories become moments of God’s grace. As we touch the stories of Christ and connect them with our stories, we find wholeness.
—Richard L. Morgan, Remembering Your Story: Creating Your Own Spiritual Autobiography (Upper Room Books, 2002)
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He existed before all things,
and all things are held together in him.
—Colossians 1:17 (CEB)
Prayer for the Week
I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his love;
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
it satisfies my longings as nothing else would do.
(Source: Hymn by Katherine Hankey, 1868)
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I am aware of His comfort, completely unique. His peace is steady and secure.
Yesterday morning as I was reading through the final chapter of the heaven book dad and I are reading through – Joni wrote of two different women, and their final days on earth. Both had cancer and the families were gathered around their bedsides and were able to find healing in their time together. Both women had the perspective of going home and were aware of God, His Presence and were singing hymns and speaking of God’s goodness. This still brings me to tears, that this is not how mom’s finals days were…really any of the 15 months of her struggle. My mom’s best friend, who passed three months before mom, I can remember sitting next to mom at her funeral – and the family sharing how they were all around her bed, singing hymns of praise and homecoming. And then another family friend, one week before mom passed – one of her daughters said to me – mom prayed for your mom and family the night before she died. And even this spring, when my tennis partner lost her mom, during the funeral service, my partner’s brother spoke of the final days in the hospital, gathered at her bedside, singing and praising together. Brings me to tears. Reading that yesterday – again, many tears. They are twofold…for mom, that she did not have that perspective. And very selfishly – I wanted that experience, not the dreadful experience, for me, for my dad and for my sister. I suppose that will always be the painful part which remains. I went to God yesterday morning, with my tears, and asked Him to reveal to me if this is an area I have not forgiven mom, or have not fully surrendered it to Him. Dad does not know the depth of my hurt – and I don’t know if it will come out in our discussion. I will continue to ask God to guide my words when dad and I talk, to give me the words to say and the knowledge of when to stay silent, or let my words be few. And, the tears – they are cleansing. He continues to heal me, transform me, ready me for the hard which lies ahead.
Dad and I have an early tee time this morning. I have missed our time together on the course. It is a bit cool this morning, but should be lovely for golf. We have another tee time Monday.
My past and my whole story is so painful, that I shrink from the thought of remembering. I know It lurks in the shadows and affects me still. I know that I should recognize God in the suffering, but it is difficult to reconcile.
Prayers for Jill and Larry as they golf and share as they discuss the Heaven book. Prayers for Jill’s pain that continues and may God hold her as she cries. May God help her as she shares her pain with Larry.
Prayers for Robert and his fascinating memories of so many different countries. May he continue to mine the junk pile for further treasures as we all mine our souls and memories for God’s treasures.
Prayers for Ally and David as Ally navigates business ownership and David navigates the effects of Covid 19. May God guide them both.
Prayers, blessings and thank you dear UR
I certainly can sympathize with you, Jill, I have not had any of the experiences that you describe, neither the ones shared by friends or the one with your mother. My mom had no idea what was going on the day she passed away, while both my sister and I were in the house with her, she was there and then he wasn’t. I went to the kitchen, talked with my sister, and then we went to check on mom , she was gone. My wife passed in the night. No goodbye’s, prayers, or singing, but in both cases I believe mom and my wife went home. I get teary thinking of it. It’s been 5 years since mom passed and almost 23 years since my wife passed.
I felt God’s comfort, peace, after my. wife died, I mourned pretty hard for about a week and the funeral was very tough, Koreans openly, loudly, emotionally express their grief, and that was a new experience for me. Mom’s memorial service was up lifting. She had lived a long life. My wife was 49.
I’m enjoying the days I have knowing that from an actuarial point of view my time left here is shorter than the time I have been here. There are people who depend on me and I am in hopes that I will be here as long as I am needed. I’m doing fairly well, enjoy my hobby, where I live, and am thankful for the resources that keep me going. God has seen me through and I trust that one day there will be a great reunion.
God’s peace to all. Thank You, Lord.