Fear just up and left.
I am not kidding.
I have felt it living in my bones.
Crippling me at times.
Needing to grasp and hold on tightly.
The moment one of the kids gets into the car.
When they are gone for long periods of time.
When they want to go to a friends.
The constant need for a call; to be in touch.
To hear their voice.
Secretly wanting them all in the house.
In their rooms.
Going no where.
It has paralyzed me.
And I didn’t even know it.
it began the morning of the accident.
I remember the squeeze on my heart.
My farmer and now only son, went to church.
To share the news of what had happened.
I could barely breathe while they were gone;
waiting for their return.
This has plagued me.
Fear had set up residence in the deepest
part of my soul and I didn’t even know it.
Each time someone left.
The undercurrent of fear.
Tightly squeezing the life out of me.
The phone call that the tumor was cancer.
It is only now that I remember, the fear digging in deeper.
The clutch on my heart.
I didn’t know it held this power.
Until it was gone.
Until the farm boy poked his head in the door and said,
“I’m home. I had such a good time. “
At that moment I realized.
I had gone to bed when a child was out.
I had placed my head on the pillow and sweet sleep had the last word.
My usual stance of sitting on the couch nurturing my anxious heart,
until they returned, was not a part of the picture.
When I opened my eyes in the early hours of the morning;
the burden was gone.
The weight I carried.
Fear had paralyzed me and I hadn’t even known.
What burdens do you carry needlessly?
You may never know until they’re gone.
Fear had gripped so tightly I was unaware.
The tension in my soul: unable to identify.
Until it was gone.
The peace in my soul this morning is a gift.
For this is what the LORD says: “I will extend peace to her like a river, and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream; you will nurse and be carried on her arm and dandled on her knees.
There is so much about this journey of living
without your child that is hard to put into words.
The constant ache and longing for which can never be.
That is different.
God is so clear on fear.
1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love.
But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.
The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
It is just like the enemy to take our situations and throw them up in our faces.
As I have been praying lately,
I have asked God to expose those things that keep me from him.
That keep me from sweet intimacy with my God.
From experiencing all He has to offer
This is the first,
I am sure, of the many ways He is working in me.
To use, Elijah’s home going for HIS glory.
The relief of this burden that I did not know I was carrying is a gift.
Another measure of grace.
Seek the sweetness of God’s mercy.
Lay down those burdens that weigh so heavily my friends.
We sang this song at Elijah’s funeral.
We sang with strength.
We raised our hands to Praise our living God.
Because even in the midst of the deepest pain;
even when the tempest rages,
we can say, “It is well, with my soul.”
Each time we sing it I am grateful fir the message it brings.
Horatio Spafford lost much.
Yet his soul was held in the hands of the One who can take all this brokeness and shape it into something beautiful.
It is Well with My Soul