God Knows What He Is Doing

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God Knows What He Is Doing

God Knows What He Is Doing

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,

to them who are the called according to his purpose.

~ Romans 8:28

My stepson was admitted into the hospital last night. For months now he has been dragging his leg as he walks. He didn’t realize it until my husband mentioned it to him. His MRI revealed lesions on his spinal cord and in his neck. The uncertainty of the situation is unsettling at best.

Regardless the diagnosis, God is in control. He has the situation firmly in his grasp. It may be nothing serious, or it may be something extremely serious; nonetheless, God’s grace is sufficient to see us through.

His wife and children are concerned, but they have one thing many people do not—faith. It is this faith that will carry them through the hard times.

Maybe you are awaiting some news. Or maybe you already received some, and it has thrown you for a loop. Cling to this promise from God; the circumstance never changes the truth. Trust God—and believe. He knows what He is doing.

Today’s Hot Flash: Emotional pain is often blinding to those experiencing it. That is why it is imperative that you spend this time believing that what God says is absolutely true!

Prayer: Father, you know the circumstances. Help me to cling to your unchanging truth. You have everything under control, and I will trust in you. Amen.

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Grief Process

If I’ve learned anything in this thing called “the grief process,” it is that every single person’s grief journey is different. Not only is their journey different, but their reactions and coping mechanisms are different as well. Just because I smile, joke, or seem to move on with my life, doesn’t mean I am done grieving. As a matter of fact, I can be perfectly fine and then suddenly something sets me off. I’ve also come to the conclusion that grieving never really ends, it just begins to look different. Do we ever truly get over a loss of someone we loved dearly? Should we? Don’t judge another if their pain doesn’t seem as intense as yours. You may wear your emotions on your sleeve, I may hide mine behind the shower curtain when I am alone for no one to see. Grief is grief is grief is grief and it culminates a million different ways.If you’ve lost a spouse, a sibling, a parent, a friend, a grandparent, it doesn’t matter . . . my heart goes out to you, because I know your pain is very real. One more thing . . . to love again does not mean unloving the one who is gone, it is to experience a true blessing from above.

New Book by Jessica Frutchey: To Make a Short Story Long: In Remembrance of a Loved One

Hey Everyone, I want to introduce to you my daughter, Jessica, who has a new book out. We parents get so caught up in our own grief after losing a child, that we sometimes forget about our other children, siblings to the deceased.  I, too, lost a brother, so I know the pain that it brings. In dealing with her grief, Jessica wrote her own book of short stories about her family and her growing up years. Grab a copy and laugh with her, cry with her, and travel along in her journey.  If you have ever experienced intense grief, I am sure you will enjoy this book.  Below is an excerpt from “To Make a Short Story Long: In Remembrance of a Loved One.”

 

In the Blink of an Eye

 

My writings are based on true, funny, short stories about my crazy, insane family. I will, however, share the saddest story I have. This story is the basis for this book.

This year (2015) I was having some medical problems and my doctors decided the best thing for me was to have a hysterectomy. So the date was set, January 29, 2015. I was to arrive at the hospital at 7:00 a.m., have my surgery, and if all went well, go home the next day.

As expected, everything went just fine and they took me to my room. My parents and grandmother came to visit me for support, (although, I think they really just wanted to laugh at me because the medicine I was on made me act goofy). Finally it was the next day and I was eager to go home.

I arrived home around 2:30 p.m. The phone rang about 3:00 p.m., it was my brother Carl. (Carl and I have been very close our entire lives.) I answered the phone and he said, “I am just calling to check on you and to see if you need anything.” He was my defender and if he thought someone had done me wrong he’d say, “Do you want me to take care of this, cause if you do, I will?” Always my hero!

Carl was the Associate Pastor of our little church. He played the piano and had an angelic singing voice. He and his wife, Amanda, had adopted two little boys a few years back and they loved them with all their hearts. They also recently learned that Amanda was pregnant and due in July, 2015.

Carl had not been feeling well for a few weeks. The doctors had diagnosed him with pneumonia and prescribed him antibiotics. In the midst of all this he developed sepsis probably caused by his lingering pneumonia. After a couple weeks he said he was starting to feel better. Shortly after that he started having chest pains. He went to the emergency room where they did a EKG and found no abnormalities. They wanted to do more tests, but Carl, being the typical 33-year-old young man was sure they were not needed.

On January 30, 2015, Carl went to work as he always did. Remember, I had talked to him, and everything seemed fine. At approximately 9:00 p.m. that evening, the phone rang. It was my dad. “Jessie,” he said, “Carl passed away this evening.” “What!” I said, “That’s impossible, I just spoke to him a few hours ago.” Apparently, a few hours after I talked to him he had gone to the restroom at work, passed out and died. I was and still am devastated. My precious little brother is gone!

At first I was angry with God. How could He allow this to happen? Amanda is expecting a baby and You take him now? How is this fair? I don’t understand. Why Carl? He was so excited about this baby and You took him.

I may not be angry any more, but I still struggle with these questions. My heart is broken and a piece will always be missing. I can, however, find comfort in the blessed truth that Carl knew Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. He walks the streets of gold and I will see him again someday.

In the blink of an eye your world can come crashing down around you. You may be angry, tell God, He can take it. You may be heart broke, tell God, He will help you.