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God Teaches Us to Number Our Days...

2 Peter 3:8King James Version (KJV)

8 But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

Dear Friends,
I have learned that through grief the Lord has a way of teaching us to number our days.  When grief is fresh, immense sorrowful feelings can overtake us. Feelings that make us wonder if we will be able to take our next breath.  Yet, we do. We do so by the grace of God. For as the Psalmist declares.  It is in Him that we live, we move and have our being.
In spite of tremendous pain God moves us through seasons of our life.  As Christians, we are taught through the Word of God that while we may sorrow, we are not to do so as those who have no hope.  My testimony is that it took time and more than one bereavement to understand what that meant.  

There were days when I felt alone and hopeless. But thank God, The Holy Spirit encouraged my spirit with constant reminders. Reminders came through scripture, songs, friends and sermons. I was reminded  not to trust my "feelings." I was admonished to trust God and constantly reassured that I was not alone and to focus my hope on Him.

I am thinking about this more intentionally today because five years ago on September 16 my mother went home to be with the Lord.  I will always feel the empty space and miss Ma. But God has taught me that He is greater than grief. In grief, He has broken and through grief He has healed. Only God... Through His sufficient grace.

 in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

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