Psalm 62:8
“Trust in Him at all times, you people;
pour out your heart before Him;
God is a refuge for us.”
Today is Friday, November 14th. Tomorrow will be a week since the brunch for grieving people in the GTA, and I woke up this morning just numb but wondering.
The brunch was refreshing because, while some were grieving children, siblings, and parents, there was also room for those who were grieving relationships that have ended in a way that one wouldn’t have expected. You know, when we often talk about grief, we talk about those who have passed on, but as I’m sitting here today, I’m reminded so well that we also have to grieve the relationships where one is still alive, but the Lord has not called us to continue to walk together whether it be a spouse, friendship, place of employment, or even residence where we thought that we would grow old. I’ve just been up all morning praying, no weapon formed against me shall prosper, but if I could be honest, sometimes the weapon is myself. Sometimes the weapon is the negative mindset that I choose to believe. Sometimes the weapon is the words that I speak, and I say this because they don’t align with the Word of God.
I woke up this morning with peace that turned to turmoil, then peace that turned to strife, then peace that turned to tears, and when it was all said and done, I had nowhere to turn except my Father, because I’m understanding more and more on this journey of healing that He is the only one that not only can hear and change my circumstances, but He can turn and change my heart to how I see things. I will close with this: sometimes the best thing to do is just allow yourself to feel what you’re feeling, understanding that your emotions are a gift from God, but if we don’t surrender them, the enemy will use them.
If you’re grieving in this season or going through transition that you really don’t understand, I would encourage you to pray over yourself Ezekiel 36:26–27 and ask God to help your heart respond remembering that calling home is the best response when things just don’t make sense in Jesus’ name.
Love, The Carpenters Mother