The story...
My mother struggled through the last stage of life. She had trouble standing, turning, and remembering things that linked her to this current life. She said goodbye to this life and hello to the next. I loved my momma, yet prayed, each day, that God would receive her into His hand. She worked out her part in the story of life.
As my momma's orphaned son, my soul's quiet. The quietness was strange at first; but, now seems normal. I'm not sensing related feelings of: happiness, fearfulness, sadness, anger, shame or guilt. My mind doesn't question what my role should've been during those last days. It's possible that this is God given peace - I do feel right, balanced, hopeful and more prepared.
I previously posted the following bible verse on this blog - it's the verse that offers me the most hope.
"Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13 (NASB)
It seems that joy is a God-given state of well being, thankfulness and appreciation. Might peace be a release from the cares of the world? What a wonderful wish of hope from the Apostle Paul to those believers in Rome whom he hadn't met.
People would experience hope, joy and peace within the only church in town. Oh that God would continually fill each of us with His power to face life's circumstances with active hope.
Just for today...
"When I blamed others for how I felt, I was giving them power over my feelings, power that rightly belonged to me. Nobody can make me feel anything without my consent." Courage to Change (p. 174)
"Want that; Got this - Today's good; Maybe bliss."
"Truly content; Actually be - Christ's light; Shining me." Am I a Poet?
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