on Monday, May 2, 2011 at 5:41pm
Today was a sad day. Listening as a friend tells me about another friend who just found out his dad died unexpectedly. Then learning that he was probably no saved. Made me think about the unsaved people in my family. What do you do, how do you deal with the grief of not knowing, of the high probability that when you get to heaven that one person in your life you tried so hard to bring the Truth to just isn't there. Was it my fault? Did I not say things right? Could I have handled things differently to bring out a different result. Is there any hope?
Nothing, nothing helps right away the grief is just too strong. Like a rip tide pulling you under and it takes everything in you to keep your head above water. It wipes your brain of everything but the need to survive this moment. But when you start to come out of it you think so many things. How do I deal with this? The hope springs to mind. He/she could have been saved at the last minute. That is true. Everything is in God's hands and he/she might have joined our ranks just before he died. But we can't know that unless there was someone with them at the time. So we wonder and wait. We do have to remember that God doesn't take lightly the removal of anyone from our lives.
I was told once that there are only two reason you will be removed. That you have done all that God has asked you to do and He takes you home or you have been given all your chances and you can no longer be used to bring about God's plan for others so you are removed. The bottom line being that God know what was, what is, what could have been and He makes sure that everything works toward His great and wonderful plan. God does not chose things lightly. He would rather do just about anything then hurt us. But sometimes there are no other choices. But we are never alone. The pain we feel is truly just the tip of the ice berg. God handles the toughest part. He isn't up in Heaven some where being sad or say oh look poor thing. No, He is right here by our side, holding our hand, carrying us through. Whatever we need, He is a very personal part of each of our life. Giving us the ability to laugh through, cry out, pound our fists on His chest. He knows absolutely knows our grief like no one else can.
He is there to comfort. Satan on the other hand is there to see how much he can stir up. Making you think you didn't do enough. That you are to blame some how. I was thinking about when I was doing bereavement counseling and about thinking about the good times. With some people you really have to search for those times with other they just pile on top of each other. It is hard to get past the very last impression you had of the person now gone. Especially if it was sad or bad. With practice you can get your mind to search out the good times. And when the bad come to just say go away and pick something better. It is just another one of those ways the Satan works to trip us up. It's really hard to do at first. To pull out and replace the bad with the good. But it can be done.
Sometimes no matter how you try there are no good times like, in severely abusive situations like I had with my mom. Sometimes they just aren't there. I have prayed and begged God for something anything. But the closest I can get is her smirk when she knew something bad was going to happen to us. Maybe that's why I have no connection to her. I sometimes wonder if I would cry if she died. I have no contact with her, though I have family who tell me about her often and I pray for her. But I do have good times to remember when I was living with her. God made sure I had something. But none of those times ever included her. If she was there she was in the background doing her own thing. She was never a happy part of my life. My dad on the other hand. There is no place big enough to hold those memories. Only Heaven can hold those treasures and I get treasures from Heaven every time I remember my earthly father. I am blessed that though my dad had his faults he made it easier for me to recognize my Heavenly father, because I knew my father to be kind and thoughtful. I knew not all men were that way but my dad was.
We all get our chance before God and no one no matter how much they love us can change the choices we made. We are at the final judgment the ones that have to answer for our deeds, good or bad that they may be.
Nothing, nothing helps right away the grief is just too strong. Like a rip tide pulling you under and it takes everything in you to keep your head above water. It wipes your brain of everything but the need to survive this moment. But when you start to come out of it you think so many things. How do I deal with this? The hope springs to mind. He/she could have been saved at the last minute. That is true. Everything is in God's hands and he/she might have joined our ranks just before he died. But we can't know that unless there was someone with them at the time. So we wonder and wait. We do have to remember that God doesn't take lightly the removal of anyone from our lives.
I was told once that there are only two reason you will be removed. That you have done all that God has asked you to do and He takes you home or you have been given all your chances and you can no longer be used to bring about God's plan for others so you are removed. The bottom line being that God know what was, what is, what could have been and He makes sure that everything works toward His great and wonderful plan. God does not chose things lightly. He would rather do just about anything then hurt us. But sometimes there are no other choices. But we are never alone. The pain we feel is truly just the tip of the ice berg. God handles the toughest part. He isn't up in Heaven some where being sad or say oh look poor thing. No, He is right here by our side, holding our hand, carrying us through. Whatever we need, He is a very personal part of each of our life. Giving us the ability to laugh through, cry out, pound our fists on His chest. He knows absolutely knows our grief like no one else can.
He is there to comfort. Satan on the other hand is there to see how much he can stir up. Making you think you didn't do enough. That you are to blame some how. I was thinking about when I was doing bereavement counseling and about thinking about the good times. With some people you really have to search for those times with other they just pile on top of each other. It is hard to get past the very last impression you had of the person now gone. Especially if it was sad or bad. With practice you can get your mind to search out the good times. And when the bad come to just say go away and pick something better. It is just another one of those ways the Satan works to trip us up. It's really hard to do at first. To pull out and replace the bad with the good. But it can be done.
Sometimes no matter how you try there are no good times like, in severely abusive situations like I had with my mom. Sometimes they just aren't there. I have prayed and begged God for something anything. But the closest I can get is her smirk when she knew something bad was going to happen to us. Maybe that's why I have no connection to her. I sometimes wonder if I would cry if she died. I have no contact with her, though I have family who tell me about her often and I pray for her. But I do have good times to remember when I was living with her. God made sure I had something. But none of those times ever included her. If she was there she was in the background doing her own thing. She was never a happy part of my life. My dad on the other hand. There is no place big enough to hold those memories. Only Heaven can hold those treasures and I get treasures from Heaven every time I remember my earthly father. I am blessed that though my dad had his faults he made it easier for me to recognize my Heavenly father, because I knew my father to be kind and thoughtful. I knew not all men were that way but my dad was.
We all get our chance before God and no one no matter how much they love us can change the choices we made. We are at the final judgment the ones that have to answer for our deeds, good or bad that they may be.
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