I couldn't find the words to send my condolences to someone very close to me but God gave me this experience... (I then wondered if I should send it... I hoped it would be received with love, and brought comfort to them.)
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Last night my heart was heavy and I quickly realized that the adversary was trying to get a hold of my mind while my heart was weak. I went for a walk, something I haven't done for about 2 weeks. I always seem to have adventure on my walks. It is my quiet time with God and usually the time when I can be still and listen to Him.
Don't get me wrong, I spend a lot of time every day with Him lately. Every moment I have, I listen to a sermon because I can't get enough of the goodness of the Lord; reading my Bible and articles from different Ministers and Christian outlets; praying and praising the best way I know how. I realized this weekend, it is all needed and good; but unless I go on my walk with God, I don't really give Him a chance to talk to me and answer my prayers and questions. Let me elaborate... I hear from God daily, whether it is through confirmation or through a message, or within my h"ear"t, BUT there is something about being still and opening up yourself to hear from Him and direct me without interrupting Him with distractions.
My Experience
So I went on my walk. It took me a while to connect with Him because my heart was emotional. I needed to get my emotions out of the way and myself. South beach was full of people going to the club for the last day of the long weekend. Something I would be looking forward to in the past.
Then it happened, the sky opened up and the heaviest rain I have experienced while being outside occurred. I am scared of the sound of thunder and the sight of lighting but not last night. The rain felt warm and heavy. The lightening was frequent and the thunder was very loud. It startled cars and their alarms went off.
Then it hit me. There was a party in heaven and they were celebrating the homecoming of one of their angles. When I looked past the rain I realize the lighting was like fireworks and the rain would be the equivalent to champagne bottle popping. I know I am wrong for making a comparison but nothing else was coming to mind. I guess I could have said confetti. Thunder was the base in the music. It poured for quite some time. Maybe because I was caught outside in the rain, it felt longer, but I remember thinking this is some party heaven is having. A peace that suppresses all understand came upon me. I really wish I could have bottled it and shared it with the people I know that needed it the most at the time of their loss.
I begged God to share that peace and understanding with the family. As excited as we are for a baby to be born, I believe God is just as excited when an angle has fulfilled their purpose and come back home. It is a bittersweet situation, However it must make us strive to complete the work that God has for us so we too can go "home" to a celebration fit for a Queen/King.
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