Ecclesiastes 3:7(b) "...a time to be silent and a time to speak
There was a popular song in America in the early 1970's based on Ecclesiastes. It was a huge hit. It was also when our Nation still had God in everything.
Years ago a friend of mine lost her 17 year old brother in a terrible accident that shouldn't have occurred.
Shock rippled through the community. How could this happen? Why? And why him?
The funeral home was packed with visitors, each of us wanting to offer our condolences in our own way.
Sometimes in our nervousness we don't know what to say and end up blurting out something we wish we could take back. (And I am guilty as charged. What was I thinking?) I only understood after I suffered a loss.
I do realize what I blog about is a pretty dark subject but it is what it is. Death does come to all.
What I noticed the most about the grieving members of the family is how they clung to those who offered a hug. And how two words only summed it up.
"I'm sorry."
It's so simple.
Maybe I'm mistaken but sometimes less is more.
May you be blessed today.
Mary Netreba
Friday, July 26, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
When It Finally Hit Home
NIV- 2 Corinthians Verses 3-4
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God
Denial, shock, and the why's.
I think the 'why' was the one I struggled with the most. (Although it could at times change in an instant). There is something strange, unnatural even about parents who outlive their child.
So why did it? I searched for the answer every day.
It couldn't have been more than a few months when God would show me.
One morning while reading the local newspaper, I learned of a young man who died after a tragic accident. He'd been in the hospital for several days before passing. Our church had been praying for him and his family. He was only 33. The same age my son was when he died.
The next Sunday morning I was in church when a woman I never saw before came in and sat in the pew across the aisle from me. It was clear she was very distressed. I found out she was the mother of the young man who died.
After the service I went over to her and sat down. I told how sorry I was for her loss. I also told her what happened to my son.
I'll never forget the look in her eyes.
"I haven't been to church in a long time," she said. "Before I left my home I asked God to please send me someone who would understand what I'm going through."
Need I say more?
In God's world, there's no such thing as chance. He knew exactly what He was doing (and still does...)
Blessings,
Mary
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God
Denial, shock, and the why's.
I think the 'why' was the one I struggled with the most. (Although it could at times change in an instant). There is something strange, unnatural even about parents who outlive their child.
So why did it? I searched for the answer every day.
It couldn't have been more than a few months when God would show me.
One morning while reading the local newspaper, I learned of a young man who died after a tragic accident. He'd been in the hospital for several days before passing. Our church had been praying for him and his family. He was only 33. The same age my son was when he died.
The next Sunday morning I was in church when a woman I never saw before came in and sat in the pew across the aisle from me. It was clear she was very distressed. I found out she was the mother of the young man who died.
After the service I went over to her and sat down. I told how sorry I was for her loss. I also told her what happened to my son.
I'll never forget the look in her eyes.
"I haven't been to church in a long time," she said. "Before I left my home I asked God to please send me someone who would understand what I'm going through."
Need I say more?
In God's world, there's no such thing as chance. He knew exactly what He was doing (and still does...)
Blessings,
Mary
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