Mother’s Day is not always filled with cards and sunshine. Sometimes it’s accompanied with a heavy heart. Guest blogger Tammy Treat-Boyne knows all too well of the pain that accompanies celebration.
As Mother’s Day approaches I am brought back to my memories of a missing puzzle piece of my heart. I have buried a child. No parent should go through this. Friends tried to placate me with the 23rd Psalm and words of “she is not in pain anymore”. That did not help this grieving mother.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil” Psalm 23:4a (NKJV)
I was there all right. In the valley and I was angry, sad and disappointed.
Six years ago, on April 11, 2011, my trust in I AM was put to the test. It wasn’t God who was tested, but me.
Six years ago I heard God’s spirit speak to my heart, “Do you trust Me”. I had no idea that after my brain surgery I’d wake up … know my husband and children … and have a productive life. I didn’t even know if I’d wake up at all.
But I did, and Life has been glorious ever since.
Six years ago, Life was Perfect—until it wasn’t. Or was it still Perfect while changing direction?
Six years ago I didn’t have a care in the world. I still considered myself a newlywed after four years of marriage to the man of my dreams. My job fulfilled me professionally. My kids were happy and healthy. My local church embraced me with an unyielding love.
But I had no idea what was coming. Without realizing it, God had nudged me into preparation for what was to follow.
I ‘ve seen several rumblings over the newly released movie, The Shack. I’ve read posts from those who sob because of the brilliance in addressing forgiveness after staggering intense pain and I’ve seen comments about how these slices of information are wrapped in the devil’s web.
This post has been edited from last November’s post. But the message still needs repeating …
The election happened. And now Inauguration Day is upon us.
Some people are happy with the outcome, Many people, however, are fearful of what may be in America’s future. Some have even taken to demonstrating in the streets. Not because of wrongs done to them, but because of the threat that wrong may be done to them in the future. Some colleges are still handing out soothing hot chocolate and even assign comfort dogs to students who are dealing with intense fear.
No matter what side of the discussion you’re on, we are all responsible from this point on. We need to be responsible and not spew rhetoric, but to listen to and speak Truth.
I love the Apostle Peter. He’s like most of us and knows what it’s like to be self-centered and a bit egotistical. Scripture passages that share his early antics comfort my heart. I see clearly that if God can redeem Peter, surely I’m redeemable, too. To prove my point, check out the passage on the Transfiguration as written in Mark 9:2-5:
… Jesus took Peter, James and John with him and led them up a high mountain, where they were all alone. There he was transfigured before them. … And there appeared before them Elijah and Moses, who were talking with Jesus. Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters—one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.”
It’s a new year with a one-word theme: change.
– A technological revolution has wrapped around our world like a cloud. Did the Russians hack us or was it someone else?
– Have you ever seen a season where politics were in such flux? Right side or left side, nobody seems to know what to expect.