Mourning into Joy

It’s Christmas again!

A time of celebration, love, family, friends and giving!

 

For those of you who are journeying through the death of a loved one and not looking forward to Christmas without them, let me attempt to encourage you with this…

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Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ.

 

The birth of Christ was God in human form coming to live life with us mere humans. He spent his time living a life overflowing with love and compassion – an example for us all.

His perfect life lead him to be the perfect sacrifice for ALL of our sins and wrongdoings making a way for us to have a personal relationship with the Holy God. His totally undeserved and horrific death on the cross, standing in our place and taking on himself the inevitable consequences of our sin, is our salvation.

Then three days later he rose from the dead! Unbelievable and amazing, I know, but He is God! Jesus conquered the power death had over us.

With Jesus’ birth, death, and resurrection, we now have a way to eternal life after we cease to exist in this one.

For me personally not only does this mean I have eternal life in heaven when I die, but that my late husband Mark is already there. Mark is there because he believed that Jesus came, died and rose, and because Mark accepted Jesus as the only way to eternal life and made Jesus Lord over his life.

 

The Bible promises for those who have mourned:

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I have decided to really celebrate Christmas – the birth of my Saviour King, Jesus.

 

Because His coming means the man I loved is in heaven. Without His coming there would be no hope, but with his coming there is hope, hope and more hope, both in this life and in eternity!

 And that truly does turn my mourning into joy!

 Christmas – Jesus’ birth has given me joy in the most unexpected place – it has given me joy in my grief.

 My prayer is that during this season you find comfort, joy and hope in this too.

Merry Christmas!

Our Violent Storm

photo credit: Freepik.com

photo credit: Freepik.com

December 3rd 2009 was the day my girls and I entered our most violent storm.  A storm that lay hidden from the majority of the world around us.  A storm that threatened to take us out, to destroy us as individuals and as a family.  A storm like no other I have ever experienced but assuredly as long as I live on this earth I will face a similar but not identical storm again.

 December 3rd 2009 – the day Mark, my husband of 20 years and father of our four beautiful daughters, died.

 Five years ago today!

This past weekend my girls and I went away to the beautiful beach of Onemana.

20014 016Wonderful friends have a beach house there that sits on a slight hill overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  It is one of my most favourite places in the world.  I woke at 5.00am because one of my favourite things to do while I am there is watch the sunrise against the back drop of the endless ocean, and on Sunday morning it was a glorious.  The world turned from the darkest of greys into the most splendid dark pink, then faded to light pink and blue, and then, just like that, it was a stunning new day.

As I sat on the comfy bean bag on the deck covered by my mum’s handmade wool blanket those three words reverberated in my mind and then down into my soul – A New Day!

A New Day!

After every storm there rises a new day. It cannot be stopped.  The storm never lasts forever.

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It is the same with grief – the damage caused by a storm of grief might remain and need fixing, but the fierceness and intensity of the grief does not endure forever.

There does come a new day.

And with that new day comes hope.

The same Psalm goes on to say:

My heart is confident in you, O God; no wonder I can sing your praises!

Wake up, my soul!  Wake up, O harp and lyre!

I will waken the dawn with my song.

I will thank you, Lord, in front of all the people. I will sing your praises among the nations.

For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.

Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens.  May your glory shine over all the earth.

Psalm 57:7-11


Today on the fifth anniversary of Marks death, with you, the readers of this blog as my witnesses, I want to give thanks to the Lord God Almighty.  It is his protective wings in which I found shelter that has keep me safe through this storm.  It is his love that has comforted me, and it is his faithfulness that has given me hope to believe that my girls and I will make it through.

I am truly confident that God will continue to be all that we need as we continue life.  I am confident that God will never fail us or leave us, and I am confident that God will use this journey and experience for good.

 I will waken the dawn with my song.  I praise the Lord for New Days and I am confident in our New Day as a family because the Lord’s unfailing love and faithfulness never ever ends.

I will waken this New Day in my family’s life declaring to anyone who is listening or reading:

Thank you Jesus!  Thank you for protecting us, loving us, comforting us and raising us up again to have hope for this New Day.

 I praise and glorify the Lord God because he has truly and utterly done great things!

 

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