
Walking by the Sea
If I were Jesus’ therapist, there is one moment in particular that I’d love to process Read More
Writing has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My writing began when I was a teenager with sappy poems and teen issues and evolved—as God would have it—to writing teacher aid materials for a Christian Sunday school curriculum supplier, to having published articles for various Christian magazines, and to authoring my own women’s Bible study book.
I own a hair salon which I work exclusively in as a cosmetologist, and I also sub at a vocational school for teens; therefore, writing is more of a hobby than a career. Much more though than “just a hobby,” I have tried to use my writing abilities to honor God and point others to him. For me, writing has become a type of ministry through which God can use me. The years I spent studying the Bible, coupled with my personal life experiences, have led me to best communicate to those who may read my material.
In regards to my meditation published today, I never planned on writing about my daughter’s sudden passing. On that first Mother’s day that followed, however, writing felt somewhat therapeutic. Some other outlets that helped in my grieving process were being part of a grief-share support group, running or taking walks while listening to encouraging sermons or worship music on my phone, and having a Christian counselor I could check in with as desired.
I am grateful for the presence of the Holy Spirit in my life as a believer, and for the strong foundation I was able to build through studying scripture over the years. Both served as a protecting shield around me as I had, only two and a half years later, another devastating loss: our 31-year-old son unexpectedly passed away. Both of my adult children, who had become my best friends, were gone. These losses are unexpressible—words do not accurately describe the level of pain, confusion, and anger I have felt. To be honest, I still struggle with these emotions at times. Had I not had the relationship with the Lord that I do, I do not know where I would be right now. Some days I feel a bit like Job as, much like him, I have experienced one harsh blow after another.
I never would have imagined all the heartache that would befall my family, especially in a relatively short period of time. The reality is, none of us know what good or bad will unfold throughout our lives. Therefore, my most valuable advice is this: stay close to Jesus and rooted in his word. When deep trials and tribulations come, the Lord will be your strength when you have none. Though the pain will still be there and your questions may feel unanswered, Jesus is right there in the midst of it all, holding you. He will lend his compassionate ear and faithfully extend his shepherding hand. Only Jesus can lead you through some things, these hard things . . . and he will, one day at a time.