I'll continue to pray. I felt something when similar when my wife died at the end of 2019. Somehow, in my grief, I made a hard turn toward Jesus, asking that He'd meet my need. He far surpassed that. 2020 ended up as the best year of my life, and they have kept on getting better. He has what you need, and all you need to do is turn like a little child into his arms and His presence. He is more than enough.
Thank you David. He strethces our Faith to make it stronger. Like a powerlifter trying to get stronger, their will be pain in that process. But in the end the relationships are founded on stone, just the powerlifter’s muscles get harder. 🙏🏿✝🕊
May the Lord bless you and keep you, making his face to shine upon you, and offering the comfort only He can give as He leads you through this shadowy valley.
Thank you Jeff. I am keeping him so close right now that He is practically carrying me through the day. My knees and personal strength quit a while ago. “pray without ceasing”. 🙏🏿✝🕊
My words feel utterly useless for a person I don’t really know, and the distance that separates us. My thoughts have been on you this past week. What comes to mind:
You’re sitting in the silence of uncertainty—on the edge of one chapter ending and another not yet visible—and God seems quiet.
In moments like this, the silence can feel unbearable because everything in us wants movement, clarity, or relief. But there is a kind of waiting that is not abandonment. It is the quiet tension of a soldier in the barracks before the next assignment: awake, dressed, ready, but unable to move until the word comes.
Perhaps it is the hard and holy pause between missions.
The place where a weary soul learns that it does not need to force the next step before it is given.
For now, breathe.
Mourn fully.
Do not rush the silence to make it say something.
Even soldiers at rest are still under the eye of their Commander.”
I'll continue to pray. I felt something when similar when my wife died at the end of 2019. Somehow, in my grief, I made a hard turn toward Jesus, asking that He'd meet my need. He far surpassed that. 2020 ended up as the best year of my life, and they have kept on getting better. He has what you need, and all you need to do is turn like a little child into his arms and His presence. He is more than enough.
Isaiah 53: 3
"He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not."
He's got the T-shirt >grin<
Thank you David. He strethces our Faith to make it stronger. Like a powerlifter trying to get stronger, their will be pain in that process. But in the end the relationships are founded on stone, just the powerlifter’s muscles get harder. 🙏🏿✝🕊
May the Lord bless you and keep you, making his face to shine upon you, and offering the comfort only He can give as He leads you through this shadowy valley.
Thank you Jeff. I am keeping him so close right now that He is practically carrying me through the day. My knees and personal strength quit a while ago. “pray without ceasing”. 🙏🏿✝🕊
Like Desert Sage, I've walked with you this past week not knowing how to really respond. So I just kept walking with someone I've never met before.
I'm hearing from you the beauty of a real motherly relationship. The unshakable bond. The intuitive mother that just listened to provide comfort.
What a blessed life you had with her.
My prayer is just as you spoke. Leaning into the Lord and taking the next right step.
Today, I will lift up you up to the Lord for whatever the fullness of His Love can provide! Stay strong but be real!
🤗🙏🏿✝🕊
My words feel utterly useless for a person I don’t really know, and the distance that separates us. My thoughts have been on you this past week. What comes to mind:
You’re sitting in the silence of uncertainty—on the edge of one chapter ending and another not yet visible—and God seems quiet.
In moments like this, the silence can feel unbearable because everything in us wants movement, clarity, or relief. But there is a kind of waiting that is not abandonment. It is the quiet tension of a soldier in the barracks before the next assignment: awake, dressed, ready, but unable to move until the word comes.
Perhaps it is the hard and holy pause between missions.
The place where a weary soul learns that it does not need to force the next step before it is given.
For now, breathe.
Mourn fully.
Do not rush the silence to make it say something.
Even soldiers at rest are still under the eye of their Commander.”
Desert Sage, I came here hoping to offer some words of comfort to Shashue, but I can never improve upon yours.
Thank you Marilyn. Desert Sage tends to have that effect on the moment. lol.
Peace and blessings to you, my friend. May the Lord keep you close.
🙏🏿✝🕊
I hear and make note whole heartedly. Thank you my friend. 🙏🏿✝🕊