I just played this hymn on the piano at church on Sunday.
The title of the music is "I am His and He is Mine." The words written by Wade Robinson strike a deep chord in my heart. Those who watched and prayed with me after my first husband's death know how much music means to me. They know how music was a balm to my soul in those weeks and months after our family tragedy - how I would plunge myself into playing songs on my piano, expressing with each note the pain and passion that flowed through my heart.
I still play, but with God's help and healing it is now at a different level than ever before. In a new way, I feel the words of the song flow through my fingers as I play the notes. There is a powerful message to be declared and music can be a beautiful expression of God's love.
You see, God knows us, and we can follow Him. It is possible even through the deepest pain, oh yes, he will meet you there if you allow him to. Jesus will meet our every need. I am His, and praise God, He is mine. Nothing can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus.
May the words of this song speak to your heart today. Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and so do I.
Loved with everlasting love, led by grace that love to know;
Gracious Spirit from above, Thou hast taught me it is so!
Oh this full and perfect peace, oh, this transport all divine
In a love which cannot cease, I am His and He is mine.
Heav'n above is softer blue, earth around is sweeter green;
Something lives in ev'ry hue, Christless eyes have never seen!
Birds with glader song o'er-flow, flow'rs with deeper beauties shine
Since I know, as now I know, I am His and He is mine.
Things that once were wild alarms cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms, pillowed on the loving breast!
Oh, to lie forever here, doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear, I am His and He is mine.
His forever, only His - who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss, Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heav'n and earth may fade and flee, firstborn light in gloom decline,
But while God and I shall be, I am His and He is mine.
Tuesday
Friday
"But when they saw him (Jesus) walking upon the sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out; For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, 'Be of good cheer. It is I; be not afraid.' And he went up with them into the boat; and the wind ceased; and they were very much amazed in themselves beyond measure, and wondered." Mark 6:49-51Let the one who walks on water speak peace to your heart today. Allow Jesus to come on board the ship of your life and you too will be amazed beyond measure.
Thursday
"But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD;I say, 'You are my God.'
My times are in Your hand..."
Psalm 31:14,15 a
Saturday
That "Mark" on Your Calendar
The day has passed - June 30th. The end of the month for some, but the day that changed my life forever one sunny day in 1992.
For those of you who have experienced the death of a loved one, you know how it is, the day that changed your life is an ever present mark on your calendar, maybe not visibly, but in your heart and mind. You wish it wasn't, oh how you wish, but nonetheless, it is an event, not that we celebrate, but one that we do remember because we cannot do otherwise.
My sister asked me recently when I told her that June 30th had come and gone and that it had now been seventeen years since Gerry's death:
"Sue, does it feel like that part of your life even happened?" My sister handed a fruit bowl to her four-year-old son who quickly picked out a handful of his favorite raspberries.
"What do you mean?" I said between bites of my ham and cheese bagel melt that my sister had made me for lunch. Her three children and my youngest son sat eating their lunch in their swimsuits, anxious to hop in the small backyard pool in my sister's yard.
"I mean with where you are now, does it seem like it (my first marriage and my husband's sudden death taking into account my re-marriage) really happened?"
My heart gave a turn and my stomach tightened. It was a natural question for such an unnatural event in our lives. We had both felt it, cried over it, mourned with it, prayed over it, but I lived it day in and day out, changing my son's diapers, paying my bills, going to sleep at night alone. Death, while inevitable in this life because of Adam and Eve's choice in the Garden of Eden, is never a welcome guest.
"Yes," I replied nodding. "Absolutely. Gerry was a part of my life I will never forget. He was not only my husband but my friend. Besides, all I have to do is look at our son Jared and the memory is there."
A small smile of compassion passed across her beautiful face, quietly, respectfully acknowledging my answer.
I took a sip of water. "He was a part of my life, just like your children are a part of yours. You would never forget one of them."
"I wouldn't." My sister's soft spoken words were said with raw honesty.
"The only way I can explain it to you is that it's as if I was traveling down one path in life and God had me turn onto a different road. My life is moving in a different direction but it doesn't mean I've forgotten the road I traveled."
And so, we live our lives to the full, not reveling in carelessness, but taking those moments with the ones we love, showering them in turn with all the love and tenderness that Jesus bestows on us. Christ died for sinners, you and me, so we might have life and life eternal. Oh how we need to show that sacrificial love to each other every day that we live.
So another year has passed, one more year I am closer to my heavenly home, a home that is being prepared for me by my Savior, Jesus Christ. He wants to prepare a home for you today. Won't you let him do that for you? He loves you and will be with you every step of the way here on earth. That's God's promise.
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too. He knows you by name.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
"...Grace to you and peace for Him who is and who was and who is to come,... and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler over the kings of the earth. To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood,..." Revelation 1:4-6
For those of you who have experienced the death of a loved one, you know how it is, the day that changed your life is an ever present mark on your calendar, maybe not visibly, but in your heart and mind. You wish it wasn't, oh how you wish, but nonetheless, it is an event, not that we celebrate, but one that we do remember because we cannot do otherwise.
My sister asked me recently when I told her that June 30th had come and gone and that it had now been seventeen years since Gerry's death:
"Sue, does it feel like that part of your life even happened?" My sister handed a fruit bowl to her four-year-old son who quickly picked out a handful of his favorite raspberries.
"What do you mean?" I said between bites of my ham and cheese bagel melt that my sister had made me for lunch. Her three children and my youngest son sat eating their lunch in their swimsuits, anxious to hop in the small backyard pool in my sister's yard.
"I mean with where you are now, does it seem like it (my first marriage and my husband's sudden death taking into account my re-marriage) really happened?"
My heart gave a turn and my stomach tightened. It was a natural question for such an unnatural event in our lives. We had both felt it, cried over it, mourned with it, prayed over it, but I lived it day in and day out, changing my son's diapers, paying my bills, going to sleep at night alone. Death, while inevitable in this life because of Adam and Eve's choice in the Garden of Eden, is never a welcome guest.
"Yes," I replied nodding. "Absolutely. Gerry was a part of my life I will never forget. He was not only my husband but my friend. Besides, all I have to do is look at our son Jared and the memory is there."
A small smile of compassion passed across her beautiful face, quietly, respectfully acknowledging my answer.
I took a sip of water. "He was a part of my life, just like your children are a part of yours. You would never forget one of them."
"I wouldn't." My sister's soft spoken words were said with raw honesty.
"The only way I can explain it to you is that it's as if I was traveling down one path in life and God had me turn onto a different road. My life is moving in a different direction but it doesn't mean I've forgotten the road I traveled."
And so, we live our lives to the full, not reveling in carelessness, but taking those moments with the ones we love, showering them in turn with all the love and tenderness that Jesus bestows on us. Christ died for sinners, you and me, so we might have life and life eternal. Oh how we need to show that sacrificial love to each other every day that we live.
So another year has passed, one more year I am closer to my heavenly home, a home that is being prepared for me by my Savior, Jesus Christ. He wants to prepare a home for you today. Won't you let him do that for you? He loves you and will be with you every step of the way here on earth. That's God's promise.
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too. He knows you by name.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
"...Grace to you and peace for Him who is and who was and who is to come,... and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler over the kings of the earth. To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood,..." Revelation 1:4-6
Thursday
Let Freedom Ring
Memories…
They can be like a refreshing walk down a garden path OR
Memories can sometimes flood us with pain.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of joining my grandmother and grandfather at my teenage son’s school. Jared’s history class is studying World War II and the teacher invited my 89-year-old grandfather to talk to two classes about his experience.
Now just to let you know, my grandfather never talked about the war for years. In fact it wasn’t until my son, his great-grandson, was in elementary school and my curious boy took an interest in World War II that my grandfather even opened up about his time serving our country.
After the class, I took my grandparents to lunch. I knew that it had been difficult for my grandfather, not just because he is nearly ninety years old, but because of the emotions and heartache attached to that very difficult time in his life. Yes, even as believers in Christ, we are not immune to pain and suffering.
During class, my grandfather talked about the two battle campaigns he served during his tour in Italy, his injury while riding a tank, how he was a radio man in the 88th Army Infantry Division – how he was told that he was dispensable, but the radio was not.
God in his infinite wisdom and plan saw my grandfather through. He came home, but many did not. What my Pappy did not say in class, my Nanna said at lunch. “You didn’t say how difficult it was to step over the dead bodies of your buddies.”
The moment my grandmother said those truthful words, tears slid down my dear grandfather’s face. He had been doing his best to hold back his emotions during class, however I saw his eyes fill up several times. So did mine. Now his tears fell unchecked as did mine.
“These things bring back painful memories.” My Pappy’s once strong hands shook as he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes then nose with a white hankie from his pocket.
“I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you, Pap.” I leaned in over the table so he could hear me better. “But, I do understand how difficult it is to talk about painful memories. I have to speak to two women’s groups next week about my testimony and share what happened when Gerry died. That hurts.”
I looked at both my loving grandparents sitting across the table from me. Their gray hair adorned their heads like crowns of glory. Wisdom from years of walking with the Lord etched the lines of their faces and the tenderness of their hearts. Their love and prayers to the God they love and serve, the Lord Jesus Christ, have been a constant source of strength in my life.
“Please pray for me next week.” I stood and walked around the table and squeezed my grandfather’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I love you Pap. Thank you for risking your life to keep us safe. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”
The memory of this day is one that I will not forget…
My heart goes out and my prayers go up for all the families of those who are serving our country. Let freedom ring!
They can be like a refreshing walk down a garden path OR
Memories can sometimes flood us with pain.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of joining my grandmother and grandfather at my teenage son’s school. Jared’s history class is studying World War II and the teacher invited my 89-year-old grandfather to talk to two classes about his experience.
Now just to let you know, my grandfather never talked about the war for years. In fact it wasn’t until my son, his great-grandson, was in elementary school and my curious boy took an interest in World War II that my grandfather even opened up about his time serving our country.
After the class, I took my grandparents to lunch. I knew that it had been difficult for my grandfather, not just because he is nearly ninety years old, but because of the emotions and heartache attached to that very difficult time in his life. Yes, even as believers in Christ, we are not immune to pain and suffering.
During class, my grandfather talked about the two battle campaigns he served during his tour in Italy, his injury while riding a tank, how he was a radio man in the 88th Army Infantry Division – how he was told that he was dispensable, but the radio was not.
God in his infinite wisdom and plan saw my grandfather through. He came home, but many did not. What my Pappy did not say in class, my Nanna said at lunch. “You didn’t say how difficult it was to step over the dead bodies of your buddies.”
The moment my grandmother said those truthful words, tears slid down my dear grandfather’s face. He had been doing his best to hold back his emotions during class, however I saw his eyes fill up several times. So did mine. Now his tears fell unchecked as did mine.
“These things bring back painful memories.” My Pappy’s once strong hands shook as he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes then nose with a white hankie from his pocket.
“I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you, Pap.” I leaned in over the table so he could hear me better. “But, I do understand how difficult it is to talk about painful memories. I have to speak to two women’s groups next week about my testimony and share what happened when Gerry died. That hurts.”
I looked at both my loving grandparents sitting across the table from me. Their gray hair adorned their heads like crowns of glory. Wisdom from years of walking with the Lord etched the lines of their faces and the tenderness of their hearts. Their love and prayers to the God they love and serve, the Lord Jesus Christ, have been a constant source of strength in my life.
“Please pray for me next week.” I stood and walked around the table and squeezed my grandfather’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I love you Pap. Thank you for risking your life to keep us safe. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”
The memory of this day is one that I will not forget…
My heart goes out and my prayers go up for all the families of those who are serving our country. Let freedom ring!
Tuesday
Satisfied
It's been awhile since I posted here. But then I only post on this site when I feel a strong prompting. It came tonight.
These are the verses I read to my seven-year-old son as he snuggled into his covers at bedtime. A cool-mist vaporizor is running in his room. He is recovering from a bad case of the flu with a terrible cough.
These are the verses I read to my seven-year-old son as he snuggled into his covers at bedtime. A cool-mist vaporizor is running in his room. He is recovering from a bad case of the flu with a terrible cough.
O God, You are my God;
Early will I seek You;
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water.
So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,
To see Your power and Your glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips shall praise You.
Thus will I bless You while I live;
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches.
Because You have been my help,
Therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.
My soul follows close behind You;
Your right hand upholds me.
Psalm 63:1-8
Early will I seek You;
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water.
So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,
To see Your power and Your glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips shall praise You.
Thus will I bless You while I live;
I will lift up my hands in Your name.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed,
I meditate on You in the night watches.
Because You have been my help,
Therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.
My soul follows close behind You;
Your right hand upholds me.
Psalm 63:1-8
My seventeen-year-old son drove his Jeep to school this morning. He was encouraged by his school (he didn't need any prompting to be by his friend's side) and given an excused absence to go to a funeral for his classmate's mom - a mom I'm sure was probably close to the same age as me. She lost her battle with cancer. But her life was secure in God through Christ Jesus our Lord.
The days ahead will be difficult for this dear family. The heartache will be great. Even tonight, I lift them up in prayer as I know how it felt to stand by the graveside and watch the body of one you love being lowered into the ground.
But this life is not the end. It is just the beginning. For those who have trusted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and have died, they are with Christ in Glory. That is the comfort we can offer. Is it a pat answer? Some may say it is. Certainly this fact does not erase the pain, but it is the one thing that I held on to through the pain. It is what kept me going. This life is not the end.
Please lift up my son's friend and his family in prayer. God's lovingkindness is better than life. Are we ready to bless Him while we live?
Remember, I am praying for you. God knows the needs of your heart. Talk to Him. Seek Him. Praise Him. Bless Him. Lift up your hands to Him and God's Word promises that you will be satisfied.
Love,
Susan
The days ahead will be difficult for this dear family. The heartache will be great. Even tonight, I lift them up in prayer as I know how it felt to stand by the graveside and watch the body of one you love being lowered into the ground.
But this life is not the end. It is just the beginning. For those who have trusted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and have died, they are with Christ in Glory. That is the comfort we can offer. Is it a pat answer? Some may say it is. Certainly this fact does not erase the pain, but it is the one thing that I held on to through the pain. It is what kept me going. This life is not the end.
Please lift up my son's friend and his family in prayer. God's lovingkindness is better than life. Are we ready to bless Him while we live?
Remember, I am praying for you. God knows the needs of your heart. Talk to Him. Seek Him. Praise Him. Bless Him. Lift up your hands to Him and God's Word promises that you will be satisfied.
Love,
Susan
Saturday
Whiter Than Snow
"With my whole heart have I sought thee:
O let me not wander from thy commandments.
Thy word have I hid in mine heart,
that I might not sin against thee."
Psalm 119:10,11
Wednesday
Peace for Christmas
Christmas is soon upon us. The holidays bring joy to many, but for those who are experiencing intense grief because of the loss of a loved one, this "most wonderful time of the year" can lead to a sense of dread and foreboding. Tears may flow unchecked when you think about the emptiness and void in your life since your loved one passed away.
I don't have any "magic" words to erase that pain. I can only offer you the hope and joy that God has given me.
When the angels announced our Savior's birth, they said this:
Peace. That is what God offers you. Will the hurt still be there? Yes, but God promises to be with you in your hurt. He promises to walk beside you and hold your hand all the way. HE IS OUR PEACE!
Talk to him. Talk out loud. Maybe the silence that has enveloped your house feels like the confines of a cold tomb. It doesn't have to be that way. Jesus came to conquer death. Yes, that little babe in a manger grew up to do His Father's will. He rose up from the grave and gives life, abundant and eternal to all who believe on His name. Let Him fill you with His warmth. Cling to the promises of God's Word.
Is peace possible? Yes, peace that passes all understanding. Won't you receive God's peace this holiday season? Remember, I am praying for you. Let God meet the need of your heart.
With much love,
Susan
"So I say to you, ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened." Luke 11:9,10
I don't have any "magic" words to erase that pain. I can only offer you the hope and joy that God has given me.
When the angels announced our Savior's birth, they said this:
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men."
Peace. That is what God offers you. Will the hurt still be there? Yes, but God promises to be with you in your hurt. He promises to walk beside you and hold your hand all the way. HE IS OUR PEACE!
Talk to him. Talk out loud. Maybe the silence that has enveloped your house feels like the confines of a cold tomb. It doesn't have to be that way. Jesus came to conquer death. Yes, that little babe in a manger grew up to do His Father's will. He rose up from the grave and gives life, abundant and eternal to all who believe on His name. Let Him fill you with His warmth. Cling to the promises of God's Word.
Is peace possible? Yes, peace that passes all understanding. Won't you receive God's peace this holiday season? Remember, I am praying for you. Let God meet the need of your heart.
With much love,
Susan
"So I say to you, ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened." Luke 11:9,10
Thursday
Thankful
Just an update my friends, my new email address is susanskitt@verizon.net
If you so desire, feel free to contact me and I promise to pray for you. That is a huge part of what Anna's Place is all about, the privilege of praying for others who have experienced hurt or grief.
Today is Thanksgiving here in America and I know how hard it is to be thankful when you are hurting. The loss of that person that you love is very painful. But let me encourage you today to count your many blessings.
What blessings you may ask?
Like I tell my seven-year-old son, think - just think of all the good things that God has done for you and thank Him for each one. I recently helped out my son's school for their Thanksgiving Day party and after reading the children two books about thankfulness, I asked each of them what they were thankful for. Their honest answers were so cute. Family, Mom, Dad, sisters, brothers, dog, cat, God, Jesus, church, my son said "his hair" to keep his head warm, another child said "her ears" to hear.
May each of us have ears to hear God's Word and remember to use our mouths to thank Him for His peace and sustaining power. I promise you that the Bible says it is there available to you if you only ask. And friends, I have experienced God's peace and sustaining power in time of need. He is faithful. And for that I am forever thankful.
Remember I am praying for you.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
"Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7
If you so desire, feel free to contact me and I promise to pray for you. That is a huge part of what Anna's Place is all about, the privilege of praying for others who have experienced hurt or grief.
Today is Thanksgiving here in America and I know how hard it is to be thankful when you are hurting. The loss of that person that you love is very painful. But let me encourage you today to count your many blessings.
What blessings you may ask?
Like I tell my seven-year-old son, think - just think of all the good things that God has done for you and thank Him for each one. I recently helped out my son's school for their Thanksgiving Day party and after reading the children two books about thankfulness, I asked each of them what they were thankful for. Their honest answers were so cute. Family, Mom, Dad, sisters, brothers, dog, cat, God, Jesus, church, my son said "his hair" to keep his head warm, another child said "her ears" to hear.
May each of us have ears to hear God's Word and remember to use our mouths to thank Him for His peace and sustaining power. I promise you that the Bible says it is there available to you if you only ask. And friends, I have experienced God's peace and sustaining power in time of need. He is faithful. And for that I am forever thankful.
Remember I am praying for you.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
"Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7
Sunday
A Reason for Gladness
Today at church we studied about the Omnipresence of God.
I feel moved to encourage you here today that in order to cope, in order to make it through these troubled days, you have to believe - you have to know God. When you get to know Him through God the Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, you learn how much you can trust Him.
Know today that He is with you.
Psalm 139 says this:
I challenge you today to open God's Word. Get to know Him. He's waiting for you, beckoning you to come. If you don't know where to begin, read Psalm 139. You won't be sorry. In fact, I pray with all my heart that you will be glad.
Remember, I am praying for you. I care about you and God does too!
Blessings and joy,
Susan
I feel moved to encourage you here today that in order to cope, in order to make it through these troubled days, you have to believe - you have to know God. When you get to know Him through God the Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, you learn how much you can trust Him.
Know today that He is with you.
Psalm 139 says this:
"O Lord, thou has searched me, and known me.
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising;
thou understandest my thought afar off.
Thou compassest my path and my lying down,
and art aquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word in my tongue,
but lo, LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
Thou hast beset me behind and before,
and laid thine hand upon me." (Psalm 139:1-7 KJV)
I challenge you today to open God's Word. Get to know Him. He's waiting for you, beckoning you to come. If you don't know where to begin, read Psalm 139. You won't be sorry. In fact, I pray with all my heart that you will be glad.
Remember, I am praying for you. I care about you and God does too!
Blessings and joy,
Susan
Saturday
How lovely is your tabernacle,
O LORD of hosts!
My soul longs, yes, even faints
For the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Psalm 84:1,2
Wednesday
Moving On
I don't know where you are on your grief journey, but I thought I'd share something with you today from GriefShare e-devotionals about "moving on". Maybe you've thought, "But if I move on, that means I'm somehow dishonoring my loved ones memory." No, it gives their memory honor and it honors God. Let's see what Griefshare has to say on day 253 of their one-year devotionals.
What It Means to Move On
Day 253
Moving on does not mean . . .
• you forget the person
• you never feel the pain of your loss
• you believe that life is fair
Moving on does mean . . .
• you experience a lessening of the pain
• you can treasure your best memories of the person who has died
• you can realistically accept the different aspects of your loss
• you can form new relationships, try new things.
Moving on also means . . .
• you grow in grace and in your walk with God.
• you accept your loss and forgive others
• you understand that both joy and loss are a part of life
• you believe that God is good, even when life isn't.
"I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete" (John 15:11).
Holy God, sometimes moving on seems impossible. Continue to remind me that I cannot move on through my own strength, but only through an extension of Yours. Amen.
I pray that you are moving on in the Lord Jesus Christ, the sustainer and healer of all our woes. Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too!
Susan
What It Means to Move On
Day 253
Moving on does not mean . . .
• you forget the person
• you never feel the pain of your loss
• you believe that life is fair
Moving on does mean . . .
• you experience a lessening of the pain
• you can treasure your best memories of the person who has died
• you can realistically accept the different aspects of your loss
• you can form new relationships, try new things.
Moving on also means . . .
• you grow in grace and in your walk with God.
• you accept your loss and forgive others
• you understand that both joy and loss are a part of life
• you believe that God is good, even when life isn't.
"I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete" (John 15:11).
Holy God, sometimes moving on seems impossible. Continue to remind me that I cannot move on through my own strength, but only through an extension of Yours. Amen.
I pray that you are moving on in the Lord Jesus Christ, the sustainer and healer of all our woes. Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too!
Susan
Thursday
God of Wonders
It's interesting to see how certain events bring back memories.
I'm in the middle of Vacation Bible School right now at our church. You see, my first husband, Gerry (short for Gerald), died the week before Vacation Bible School in 1992. I was the VBS director then. I am the director now.
Many wondered, some outsiders even scoffed at how I showed up and led the songs that summer of '92. All I can say is that I couldn't stay home. There was work to do. And if I had to sit down and cry after the kids left the sanctuary for their class - I did. But I also knew this was yet another opportunity to share the "God of Wonders" with children and their families. People need to know that God loves them. People need to know that Jesus will save them from their sin and give them a home in Heaven for all eternity.
So as I sing and lead children this week at VBS, I stand back in awe at the God of Wonders who has saved me and brought me this far. I leave you today with the words to this song. May you know the God of Wonders who loves you and gave His life for you so you might live! Remember, I am praying for you. Allow your heart to sing...
I'm in the middle of Vacation Bible School right now at our church. You see, my first husband, Gerry (short for Gerald), died the week before Vacation Bible School in 1992. I was the VBS director then. I am the director now.
Many wondered, some outsiders even scoffed at how I showed up and led the songs that summer of '92. All I can say is that I couldn't stay home. There was work to do. And if I had to sit down and cry after the kids left the sanctuary for their class - I did. But I also knew this was yet another opportunity to share the "God of Wonders" with children and their families. People need to know that God loves them. People need to know that Jesus will save them from their sin and give them a home in Heaven for all eternity.
So as I sing and lead children this week at VBS, I stand back in awe at the God of Wonders who has saved me and brought me this far. I leave you today with the words to this song. May you know the God of Wonders who loves you and gave His life for you so you might live! Remember, I am praying for you. Allow your heart to sing...
God of Wonders
Lord of all creation,
Of water, earth, and sky.
The heavens are your tabernacle.
Glory to the Lord on high.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy,
You are holy, holy.
The universe declares your majesty.
You are holy, holy.
Lord of heaven and earth; Lord of heaven and earth.
Lord of all creation,
Of water, earth, and sky.
The heavens are your tabernacle.
Glory to the Lord on high.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy,
You are holy, holy.
The universe declares your majesty.
You are holy, holy.
Lord of heaven and earth; Lord of heaven and earth.
Monday
What God Allows
I just recently read one woman's thoughts about the death of her daughter. She said, "It is what it is." She stopped trying to figure out why.
I'm not sure if I'd go so far as to say, "It is what it is." But, you and I both know that there is nothing we can do to change what happened. I'd rather say, "It is what God has allowed it to be." Maybe that's incorrect grammar, but I believe with all my heart that God is in control. Let me explain.
A few years ago, my niece was in a roll-over car accident. Praise God she walked away unharmed. My husband died in a roll-over car accident. His neck was broken. Was God favoring my niece and not my husband? Why did He act on her behalf and not his?
Some answers we will never know this side of Heaven. But I do know this. Both my niece and my late husband knew Jesus as their personal Savior. God did not call my niece home. He called my first husband home.
It is what it is? No. It is what God allows it to be. And knowing (and the subsequent years following my first husband's death) and getting to know the LORD better, I understand this: I may not know God's workings or ways, but I can completely and utterly trust Him from beginning to end. He is the Alpha and the Omega--the beginning and the end.
And that my friends is enough. In that I can rest. And until that day I see my Savior, Jesus Christ face to face, I can say with joy, "Whatever you allow to come my way, dear God, you have promised to be with me. Thank you! You have proven Yourself faithful time and time again."
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and so do I!
With much love,
Susan
I'm not sure if I'd go so far as to say, "It is what it is." But, you and I both know that there is nothing we can do to change what happened. I'd rather say, "It is what God has allowed it to be." Maybe that's incorrect grammar, but I believe with all my heart that God is in control. Let me explain.
A few years ago, my niece was in a roll-over car accident. Praise God she walked away unharmed. My husband died in a roll-over car accident. His neck was broken. Was God favoring my niece and not my husband? Why did He act on her behalf and not his?
Some answers we will never know this side of Heaven. But I do know this. Both my niece and my late husband knew Jesus as their personal Savior. God did not call my niece home. He called my first husband home.
It is what it is? No. It is what God allows it to be. And knowing (and the subsequent years following my first husband's death) and getting to know the LORD better, I understand this: I may not know God's workings or ways, but I can completely and utterly trust Him from beginning to end. He is the Alpha and the Omega--the beginning and the end.
And that my friends is enough. In that I can rest. And until that day I see my Savior, Jesus Christ face to face, I can say with joy, "Whatever you allow to come my way, dear God, you have promised to be with me. Thank you! You have proven Yourself faithful time and time again."
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and so do I!
With much love,
Susan
Thursday
Family
"God sets the solitary in families..."
Psalm 68:6
The first time I read that Bible verse, my heart skipped a beat.
Immediately I thought about all the orphans in the world. My grandfather grew up an orphan. But GOD gave him a family when he married my Nanna. And then two sons, seven grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren.
And then I considered the changes that happen to families when a loved one dies.
When my first husband died, (it's been nearly sixteen years now), much changed. My immediate family consisted of my nine-month-old son and me. My dear extended family surrounded me with their love and prayers and help as they were physically able. But life was definitely different.
A few years later, the dynamics of my immediate family changed when I remarried. And then again seven years later when God blessed my husband Jim and I with another son. We are still very close to my late husband's family. They are very much a part of our lives.
No matter where God is taking you on this journey called life, He wants to give you a "family". Each path God has given us to walk is different. Nobody can ever replace your loved one, no not in a million-trillion years, no not for eternity.
My point is this: "Don't withdraw yourself from family. And if you no longer have a family left here on earth, then become a part of someone's family. Yes, you can become a family to someone."
When I was a baby, my parents lived in a different state from my grandparents while my dad finished up his schooling in Seminary. My dad preached at a small church in Ohio and while I grew up there for the first two-and-a-half years of my life, I had "pseudo-grandparents". My mother tells me I called them "Mamal and Papal". I don't know exactly how I started calling them that name other than this loving couple cared for me and loved me like their own. They were involved in my life. My mom still fondly recalls their memory and has always considered them family.
God puts the solitary in families. Are you willing to let Him continue to work in your life to give you a family?
Remember, there is no better family to be a part of than the family of God. God makes this possible through His perfect Son, Jesus Christ, who died for your sins and offers you life. Rest in His arms today and trust in our eternal Father's never-ending love.
I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too.
In Christ's love,
Susan
And then I considered the changes that happen to families when a loved one dies.
When my first husband died, (it's been nearly sixteen years now), much changed. My immediate family consisted of my nine-month-old son and me. My dear extended family surrounded me with their love and prayers and help as they were physically able. But life was definitely different.
A few years later, the dynamics of my immediate family changed when I remarried. And then again seven years later when God blessed my husband Jim and I with another son. We are still very close to my late husband's family. They are very much a part of our lives.
No matter where God is taking you on this journey called life, He wants to give you a "family". Each path God has given us to walk is different. Nobody can ever replace your loved one, no not in a million-trillion years, no not for eternity.
My point is this: "Don't withdraw yourself from family. And if you no longer have a family left here on earth, then become a part of someone's family. Yes, you can become a family to someone."
When I was a baby, my parents lived in a different state from my grandparents while my dad finished up his schooling in Seminary. My dad preached at a small church in Ohio and while I grew up there for the first two-and-a-half years of my life, I had "pseudo-grandparents". My mother tells me I called them "Mamal and Papal". I don't know exactly how I started calling them that name other than this loving couple cared for me and loved me like their own. They were involved in my life. My mom still fondly recalls their memory and has always considered them family.
God puts the solitary in families. Are you willing to let Him continue to work in your life to give you a family?
Remember, there is no better family to be a part of than the family of God. God makes this possible through His perfect Son, Jesus Christ, who died for your sins and offers you life. Rest in His arms today and trust in our eternal Father's never-ending love.
I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too.
In Christ's love,
Susan
Life Giving Power
God's resurrection power - the power of life. That is the power that dwells within the hearts of those who know Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. Claim that power today in your life. Let the Lord work in and through you. Let His wisdom dwell richly in your heart today!"Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? Or who hath been his counselor? Or who hath first given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again? For from him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory forever. Amen." Romans 11:33-36 KJV
Remember, I am praying for you!
In the love our matchless Savior Jesus Christ,
Susan
Waiting
Grief waits for none to see,
The inner workings of the heart.
God waits for us to come,
humbly seeking, set apart.
Wait no more for peace and pardon,
Grasp the gift that given waits,
And on tomorrow's gilded morning,
Joy unfurled at Heaven's gate.
The inner workings of the heart.
God waits for us to come,
humbly seeking, set apart.
Wait no more for peace and pardon,
Grasp the gift that given waits,
And on tomorrow's gilded morning,
Joy unfurled at Heaven's gate.
Friday
Quote to think about:
"I am convinced that God yearns to be known by us far more than we want to know him, and his great work in us is to increase our passion for knowing him until it is stronger than all other passions." Dr. Larry Crabb from his book Finding God
Lord I want to know You better. You have brought me near to Your heart through my sufferings. You are a man of sorrows and aquainted with grief. But You are also the joy of my salvation and in You I trust all the day long. Please, forgive me for the times I have doubted Your love. You are my faithful God, my Savior, and my friend. Your daughter - Susan
"I am convinced that God yearns to be known by us far more than we want to know him, and his great work in us is to increase our passion for knowing him until it is stronger than all other passions." Dr. Larry Crabb from his book Finding God
Lord I want to know You better. You have brought me near to Your heart through my sufferings. You are a man of sorrows and aquainted with grief. But You are also the joy of my salvation and in You I trust all the day long. Please, forgive me for the times I have doubted Your love. You are my faithful God, my Savior, and my friend. Your daughter - Susan
Tuesday
"Though
He
brings
grief,
He
will
show
compassion,
so
great
is
His
unfailing
love.
For
He
does
not
willingly
bring
affliction
or
grief
to
the
children
of
men."
Lamentations 3:32-33
Where's the Good?
Have you ever wondered what good has come out of the tragic loss of your loved one?
I have.
In fact, I recently had someone ask me that question after I shared my personal story at a women's breakfast. As soon as I walked out of the church sanctuary, she asked to speak with me. She told me her son had died in an accident the day before his wedding. The conversation continued something like this.
"Tell me, what good came out of your husband's death? He seemed like a good man; a godly man." I knew she was talking about my reference to Romans 8:28 and the truth that all things work together for good to those who love God. "People tell me good will come out of this. I don't see it."
There are no easy answers to such a pain-filled question. I've cried out to God many times wondering the same thing. I took a deep breath and tried to give her comfort with the same words of life that God has comforted me.
"We don't always know God's ways," I said. "But as we get to know God better through the Bible, we learn that we can trust Him."
"Yes," she answered. "But what good came out of it?"
This woman was hurting. Part of me knew that any answer I would give her at that moment wouldn't be good enough. I've learned that when I am hurting, the only way I've found rest and peace is by turning my eyes back on my Savior Jesus Christ.
"I don't know all the ways God is working this out for good, but I've had many opportunities to share Jesus Christ with people. People need to know that they can have a home in Heaven that lasts forever when they trust Jesus as their personal Savior."
I watched her face drop. I didn't want to keep heaping her with words she wasn't ready to hear. So I left her with this thought. It is where God by the leading of the Holy Spirit takes me when I begin to question His ways.
"I've learned I can trust God because God is always good, no matter what happens. I may not see this side of Heaven the good that God is working, but I know that I can trust Him."
"I guess it comes back to trust, doesn't it?" she replied. Trusting God was the key point of my talk at this women's breakfast.
My heart ached for this woman in her pain. "Yes," I answered. "I suppose it does."
In preparing my message, I looked up the definition of trust in the dictionary. Trust is: "An assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone." I told the women’s group that in my pain I have chosen to place my confidence, my trust in God.
I believe the key to finding peace in our pain is by simply trusting our Father God. Some may say that's a pat answer, or a simple answer to a difficult question. But it is the only answer that has given me peace.
Are you ready to fully trust God? It all starts with a relationship with Him through Jesus Christ.
If you don't have that assurance of a personal relationship with God today, you can. Accept the truth that God loves you and that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross to save you from your sin. Believe in your heart that Jesus died and rose again from the dead to save you from your sin and give you a home in Heaven. Confess with your mouth that you need Jesus as your personal Savior. Ask Jesus to come into your heart and your life.
A-B-C: Accept, Believe, Confess - It's that easy. Jesus has done all the work and paid the price for you. He loves you. Won't you trust Him today?
The Bible says in Jeremiah 17:7, "Blessed (or happy) is the man who trusts in the LORD, And whose hope is LORD."
Remember, I care about you and I am praying for you. God knows your name. And if you would like to write to me personally, my email address is in the sidebar. Please put in the subject line, "Anna's Place" so I can be looking for you. I don't have all the answers, but I can point you to the One who does, Jesus Christ.
With love,
Susan Kelly Skitt
I have.
In fact, I recently had someone ask me that question after I shared my personal story at a women's breakfast. As soon as I walked out of the church sanctuary, she asked to speak with me. She told me her son had died in an accident the day before his wedding. The conversation continued something like this.
"Tell me, what good came out of your husband's death? He seemed like a good man; a godly man." I knew she was talking about my reference to Romans 8:28 and the truth that all things work together for good to those who love God. "People tell me good will come out of this. I don't see it."
There are no easy answers to such a pain-filled question. I've cried out to God many times wondering the same thing. I took a deep breath and tried to give her comfort with the same words of life that God has comforted me.
"We don't always know God's ways," I said. "But as we get to know God better through the Bible, we learn that we can trust Him."
"Yes," she answered. "But what good came out of it?"
This woman was hurting. Part of me knew that any answer I would give her at that moment wouldn't be good enough. I've learned that when I am hurting, the only way I've found rest and peace is by turning my eyes back on my Savior Jesus Christ.
"I don't know all the ways God is working this out for good, but I've had many opportunities to share Jesus Christ with people. People need to know that they can have a home in Heaven that lasts forever when they trust Jesus as their personal Savior."
I watched her face drop. I didn't want to keep heaping her with words she wasn't ready to hear. So I left her with this thought. It is where God by the leading of the Holy Spirit takes me when I begin to question His ways.
"I've learned I can trust God because God is always good, no matter what happens. I may not see this side of Heaven the good that God is working, but I know that I can trust Him."
"I guess it comes back to trust, doesn't it?" she replied. Trusting God was the key point of my talk at this women's breakfast.
My heart ached for this woman in her pain. "Yes," I answered. "I suppose it does."
In preparing my message, I looked up the definition of trust in the dictionary. Trust is: "An assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone." I told the women’s group that in my pain I have chosen to place my confidence, my trust in God.
I believe the key to finding peace in our pain is by simply trusting our Father God. Some may say that's a pat answer, or a simple answer to a difficult question. But it is the only answer that has given me peace.
Are you ready to fully trust God? It all starts with a relationship with Him through Jesus Christ.
If you don't have that assurance of a personal relationship with God today, you can. Accept the truth that God loves you and that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross to save you from your sin. Believe in your heart that Jesus died and rose again from the dead to save you from your sin and give you a home in Heaven. Confess with your mouth that you need Jesus as your personal Savior. Ask Jesus to come into your heart and your life.
A-B-C: Accept, Believe, Confess - It's that easy. Jesus has done all the work and paid the price for you. He loves you. Won't you trust Him today?
The Bible says in Jeremiah 17:7, "Blessed (or happy) is the man who trusts in the LORD, And whose hope is LORD."
Remember, I care about you and I am praying for you. God knows your name. And if you would like to write to me personally, my email address is in the sidebar. Please put in the subject line, "Anna's Place" so I can be looking for you. I don't have all the answers, but I can point you to the One who does, Jesus Christ.
With love,
Susan Kelly Skitt
Saturday
"He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.' Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me." (2 Corinthians 12:9 NASB)
Daily...
Day by day and with each passing moment...
Remember the words to that hymn? (click here to check it out)
Trusting God in our grief is a daily process.
I was encouraged by Day 13's GriefShare email which includes thoughts from Women of Faith author Barbara Johnson. Two of Barbara's son's died. She talks about how we live in a broken world and how as a Christian, each day is an opportunity to serve the Lord.
The short devotional goes on to say this:
"You are at a point where you need to decide whom you will lean on, trust, and put your hope in. Now is the time to search God's Word and hold on to this lifeline. God will meet you where you are, at your point of pain. Seek Him, talk to Him, and learn about Him. He is the only way out of despair."
Yes, truly Jesus is the only way out of despair. He gives us life and makes life worth living, day by day!
Love and prayers,
Susan
"Being confident of this very thing, that he who hath begun a good work in you will perform it unto the day of Jesus Christ;" Philippians 1:6
Remember the words to that hymn? (click here to check it out)
Trusting God in our grief is a daily process.
I was encouraged by Day 13's GriefShare email which includes thoughts from Women of Faith author Barbara Johnson. Two of Barbara's son's died. She talks about how we live in a broken world and how as a Christian, each day is an opportunity to serve the Lord.
The short devotional goes on to say this:
"You are at a point where you need to decide whom you will lean on, trust, and put your hope in. Now is the time to search God's Word and hold on to this lifeline. God will meet you where you are, at your point of pain. Seek Him, talk to Him, and learn about Him. He is the only way out of despair."
Yes, truly Jesus is the only way out of despair. He gives us life and makes life worth living, day by day!
Love and prayers,
Susan
"Being confident of this very thing, that he who hath begun a good work in you will perform it unto the day of Jesus Christ;" Philippians 1:6
Thursday
Will I Ever Get Over It?
You may wonder, "When will I get over this? Will I ever truly be free from the grief process?"
I'll be honest with you all. I've had to evaluate a lot of things in the last fifteen years. Yes, it's been fifteen years since my first husband went home to be with Jesus.
If you look back at some previous posts, you'll see I've often said this about grieving the death of a loved one. "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it."
I've questioned myself about that. I've thought "We'll Susan, maybe you should be over it. After all it's been fifteen years." I've wondered if I was wrong for feeling that way. I've thought, "Maybe I'm not fully trusting Jesus." Even though I have moved on with my life, a part of me will always miss my first husband. He was my friend and nobody can ever take the special place he holds in my heart.
So I decided to take some of my own advice. I signed up for the daily emails for grief recovery from GriefShare. (see my side bar for a link to sign up) I'm so glad I did. I'm only on day four but after reading a quote from Dr. Larry Crabb, who I highly respect as a man of God, I feel a burden lifted. I feel like I've been given permission to say, "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it." Well, at least this side of Heaven...
Listen to what Dr. Crabb has to say about his grieving experience:
"It's been seven years, and I'm still going through it," says Dr. Larry Crabb, whose brother died in a plane crash. "I don't know if it's a very holy thing to admit, but when someone says, 'Well, it's been a week, a month, a year--Larry, for you it's been seven years. Get a grip. Where's your faith in Christ, for goodness' sake?' I get really angry.
"Knowing the Lord and His comfort does not take away the ache; instead, it supports you in the middle of the ache. Until I get home to heaven, there's going to be an ache that won't quit. The grieving process for me is not so much a matter of getting rid of the pain, but not being controlled by the pain."
Yes, and that's the key, NOT BEING CONTROLLED BY THE PAIN. You never truly get rid of the pain, oh it will lessen in many ways through the years, but I believe with all my heart, we won't have a pain free existence until we go home to be with Jesus. Jesus says in John 16:33, "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."
So what do you do when those pangs of loss wash over you anew, when those inevitable triggers happen? Cast your burden of pain at Jesus feet. Simply call out to Jesus and ask for help.
I've been reading in the book of Jeremiah and I see God continually reaching out to His people, pleading with them to come to Him. Listen to what God says to Jeremiah in chapter 33, verse 3. It's important to remember that at the time, Jeremiah the prophet was locked up in the court of the prison for proclaiming God's Word.
"Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know."
Call out to Jesus today, and tomorrow, and the next day. Call to Him next week, next month, next year. Don't let a day slip by where you don't call on the name of Jesus.
Remember, He loves you and I do to. Give it to Jesus, all of it... no... all of you.
With much love and prayers,
Susan
I'll be honest with you all. I've had to evaluate a lot of things in the last fifteen years. Yes, it's been fifteen years since my first husband went home to be with Jesus.
If you look back at some previous posts, you'll see I've often said this about grieving the death of a loved one. "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it."
I've questioned myself about that. I've thought "We'll Susan, maybe you should be over it. After all it's been fifteen years." I've wondered if I was wrong for feeling that way. I've thought, "Maybe I'm not fully trusting Jesus." Even though I have moved on with my life, a part of me will always miss my first husband. He was my friend and nobody can ever take the special place he holds in my heart.
So I decided to take some of my own advice. I signed up for the daily emails for grief recovery from GriefShare. (see my side bar for a link to sign up) I'm so glad I did. I'm only on day four but after reading a quote from Dr. Larry Crabb, who I highly respect as a man of God, I feel a burden lifted. I feel like I've been given permission to say, "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it." Well, at least this side of Heaven...
Listen to what Dr. Crabb has to say about his grieving experience:
"It's been seven years, and I'm still going through it," says Dr. Larry Crabb, whose brother died in a plane crash. "I don't know if it's a very holy thing to admit, but when someone says, 'Well, it's been a week, a month, a year--Larry, for you it's been seven years. Get a grip. Where's your faith in Christ, for goodness' sake?' I get really angry.
"Knowing the Lord and His comfort does not take away the ache; instead, it supports you in the middle of the ache. Until I get home to heaven, there's going to be an ache that won't quit. The grieving process for me is not so much a matter of getting rid of the pain, but not being controlled by the pain."
Yes, and that's the key, NOT BEING CONTROLLED BY THE PAIN. You never truly get rid of the pain, oh it will lessen in many ways through the years, but I believe with all my heart, we won't have a pain free existence until we go home to be with Jesus. Jesus says in John 16:33, "These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."
So what do you do when those pangs of loss wash over you anew, when those inevitable triggers happen? Cast your burden of pain at Jesus feet. Simply call out to Jesus and ask for help.
I've been reading in the book of Jeremiah and I see God continually reaching out to His people, pleading with them to come to Him. Listen to what God says to Jeremiah in chapter 33, verse 3. It's important to remember that at the time, Jeremiah the prophet was locked up in the court of the prison for proclaiming God's Word.
"Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know."
Call out to Jesus today, and tomorrow, and the next day. Call to Him next week, next month, next year. Don't let a day slip by where you don't call on the name of Jesus.
Remember, He loves you and I do to. Give it to Jesus, all of it... no... all of you.
With much love and prayers,
Susan
Sunday
A Word of Encouragement
This Bible verse has brought me through many tears and trials. I feel compelled to share it with you today.
"And the LORD, he it is who doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee; fear not, neither be dismayed." Deuteronomy 31:8
Keep trusting Jesus. He loves you with an everlasting love. Don't give up. He will see you through.
Love and prayers,
Susan
Hold Me Up
I just finished reading Brandilyn Collins suspense thriller, Dead of Night.
Without elaborating on the book (I did enjoy it, scary but redemptive all at the same time, just like life), there was a morgue scene in the book.
I debated about writing on this. At first I thought, “I’ve moved past this, God has brought healing, right?”
But then I thought, I want to tell you about the healing he brought through unthinkable pain. Maybe you’re ready to read this now. Maybe you’ll have to put this aside and wait for another time. Pray before you proceed.
After the two state troopers announced my husband’s sudden death in an auto-accident, I was told later that evening that family would need to identify him. Okay, here it goes—sometimes you don’t know how you’ll react until you’re in a situation, but this is what happened to me.
I didn’t want to go. I refused to go, at first. I was afraid. Afraid of what I might see. Afraid that Gerry’s body would be deformed from the accident. Afraid that in his final moments from the trauma of the accident that there would be a look of horror left on Gerry’s once handsome features. I did not want to see that. I did not know what to expect and it scared me witless.
My dad, Gerry’s parents, and Gerry’s brother went to identify Gerry’s body at the hospital morgue. They returned and told me, “It was okay. He was recognizable.”
I don’t remember specifics; I think it was the next day that I went along with the rest of my family, my sisters and brother, Gerry’s sisters and brother. I had all ready decided there was not going to be an open casket for many reasons (more on that another time), so this would be our “good-bye” in a sense. I knew Gerry was a child of God and had accepted Jesus Christ into his life as his personal Savior, so he was with Jesus in Heaven. But this was the last time I’d see his physical body for a very long time.
What happened before and after the morgue is a blur. But I remember sitting in the waiting room, crying silently in my heart to God. My chest hurt, my head hurt, my heart felt like it was breaking in two. My mom and dad came on either side of me, each grasping one of my arms. Together, the three of us walked into the morgue. My body shook uncontrollably.
I had been in a morgue before, when I was in school, training for the medical technology field. One of our educational trips was to the morgue. What was once a detached educational experience, now was real life. It felt like a bad movie, a horror movie, and I was the main character. Could this really be happening to me?
The room was white and green and steel. And there in the middle of the sterile room, with its pungent detergent smell was my beloved. He lay on a cold steel table with a sheet pulled up to his chest. I shuffled closer with my parents holding me up on either side. My knees buckled. “Oh dear God! Gerry…” I gasped for breath. My throat felt tight, just like last night when the officers first delivered the news.
I gazed at Gerry’s face from a safe distance, looking for tell-tale signs of trauma. A few cuts and bruises, I was surprised at how good he looked. But there was something that shocked me even more. Gerry looked like he was sleeping. Yes, sleeping. His face, after all he had been through in the car roll-over and ejection, Gerry looked peaceful. God had met him in that final moment and somehow given him a peace that translated its evidence onto Gerry’s face.
I remember saying, “Mom, Dad, it’s just his shell. It’s just his shell. Gerry’s with Jesus.”
My breath shuddered. My body felt hot and weak and heavy. I wanted to touch Gerry, but I couldn’t. Something within me held me back. I was afraid he would be cold to the touch. I didn’t want that to be my last memory of him. So I held my hand back, stiff, longing to reach out and smooth the soft, wavy hair away from his forehead. His eyes were closed, his beautiful blue eyes that would melt you with one glimpse. His mouth, slightly open would never speak again this side of Heaven. I would have to wait, yes, wait and pray, and trust.
Just like my parents held me up, God has held me up.
He wants to hold you too. Let Him gently take your arms; let Jesus hold you up. He has done that for me, bringing me healing despite the pain. He has continued to hold me through the long days and nights. And even though I may not feel His physical presence, He promises He is there just the same. I know it. I believe it. The Bible promises it and that’s all I need to know.
I am praying for you. Please, let Jesus hold you. He loves you and I do too.
Praying in the Spirit,
Susan Kelly Skitt
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.” 2 Corinthians 3:17
Without elaborating on the book (I did enjoy it, scary but redemptive all at the same time, just like life), there was a morgue scene in the book.
I debated about writing on this. At first I thought, “I’ve moved past this, God has brought healing, right?”
But then I thought, I want to tell you about the healing he brought through unthinkable pain. Maybe you’re ready to read this now. Maybe you’ll have to put this aside and wait for another time. Pray before you proceed.
After the two state troopers announced my husband’s sudden death in an auto-accident, I was told later that evening that family would need to identify him. Okay, here it goes—sometimes you don’t know how you’ll react until you’re in a situation, but this is what happened to me.
I didn’t want to go. I refused to go, at first. I was afraid. Afraid of what I might see. Afraid that Gerry’s body would be deformed from the accident. Afraid that in his final moments from the trauma of the accident that there would be a look of horror left on Gerry’s once handsome features. I did not want to see that. I did not know what to expect and it scared me witless.
My dad, Gerry’s parents, and Gerry’s brother went to identify Gerry’s body at the hospital morgue. They returned and told me, “It was okay. He was recognizable.”
I don’t remember specifics; I think it was the next day that I went along with the rest of my family, my sisters and brother, Gerry’s sisters and brother. I had all ready decided there was not going to be an open casket for many reasons (more on that another time), so this would be our “good-bye” in a sense. I knew Gerry was a child of God and had accepted Jesus Christ into his life as his personal Savior, so he was with Jesus in Heaven. But this was the last time I’d see his physical body for a very long time.
What happened before and after the morgue is a blur. But I remember sitting in the waiting room, crying silently in my heart to God. My chest hurt, my head hurt, my heart felt like it was breaking in two. My mom and dad came on either side of me, each grasping one of my arms. Together, the three of us walked into the morgue. My body shook uncontrollably.
I had been in a morgue before, when I was in school, training for the medical technology field. One of our educational trips was to the morgue. What was once a detached educational experience, now was real life. It felt like a bad movie, a horror movie, and I was the main character. Could this really be happening to me?
The room was white and green and steel. And there in the middle of the sterile room, with its pungent detergent smell was my beloved. He lay on a cold steel table with a sheet pulled up to his chest. I shuffled closer with my parents holding me up on either side. My knees buckled. “Oh dear God! Gerry…” I gasped for breath. My throat felt tight, just like last night when the officers first delivered the news.
I gazed at Gerry’s face from a safe distance, looking for tell-tale signs of trauma. A few cuts and bruises, I was surprised at how good he looked. But there was something that shocked me even more. Gerry looked like he was sleeping. Yes, sleeping. His face, after all he had been through in the car roll-over and ejection, Gerry looked peaceful. God had met him in that final moment and somehow given him a peace that translated its evidence onto Gerry’s face.
I remember saying, “Mom, Dad, it’s just his shell. It’s just his shell. Gerry’s with Jesus.”
My breath shuddered. My body felt hot and weak and heavy. I wanted to touch Gerry, but I couldn’t. Something within me held me back. I was afraid he would be cold to the touch. I didn’t want that to be my last memory of him. So I held my hand back, stiff, longing to reach out and smooth the soft, wavy hair away from his forehead. His eyes were closed, his beautiful blue eyes that would melt you with one glimpse. His mouth, slightly open would never speak again this side of Heaven. I would have to wait, yes, wait and pray, and trust.
Just like my parents held me up, God has held me up.
He wants to hold you too. Let Him gently take your arms; let Jesus hold you up. He has done that for me, bringing me healing despite the pain. He has continued to hold me through the long days and nights. And even though I may not feel His physical presence, He promises He is there just the same. I know it. I believe it. The Bible promises it and that’s all I need to know.
I am praying for you. Please, let Jesus hold you. He loves you and I do too.
Praying in the Spirit,
Susan Kelly Skitt
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.” 2 Corinthians 3:17
Tuesday
Your Solution
How are you feeling today?
Grief and sorrow are heavy burdens to bear. It’s tiresome, draining, and plain old makes you weary. The emotional and physical toll it takes on our minds and bodies is immense.
The Bible says in Isaiah 53 that God understands and He cares.
Listen to what God says in verses 4-6. “Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.”
Jesus came into the world and experienced grief and sorrow like no other. What He suffered while dying for our sins on the cross is without compare. Jesus did that because He loved us. He loves you; He loves me. He did it to save us from our sin.
Author Babbie Mason says this in the Women of Faith Devotional Bible notes on healing. “What is your desperate situation? Your solution is Jesus, the Healer of broken hearts, bodies, and spirits. Now is the time to seek Him for the answer you need. Then obey Him. Your answer is just a prayer away.”
Sometimes we make more sorrow for ourselves. We get lost in our grief and pain and shut the world out. We shut God out. But God is waiting for you to turn to Him in your grief and pain. Jesus, God the Son, was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. But He also conquered death and its sting when He went to the cross and then rose up victorious.
Trust Him for victory in your life today. He loves you. He really does.
Remember, I am praying for you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
Grief and sorrow are heavy burdens to bear. It’s tiresome, draining, and plain old makes you weary. The emotional and physical toll it takes on our minds and bodies is immense.
The Bible says in Isaiah 53 that God understands and He cares.
Listen to what God says in verses 4-6. “Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.”
Jesus came into the world and experienced grief and sorrow like no other. What He suffered while dying for our sins on the cross is without compare. Jesus did that because He loved us. He loves you; He loves me. He did it to save us from our sin.
Author Babbie Mason says this in the Women of Faith Devotional Bible notes on healing. “What is your desperate situation? Your solution is Jesus, the Healer of broken hearts, bodies, and spirits. Now is the time to seek Him for the answer you need. Then obey Him. Your answer is just a prayer away.”
Sometimes we make more sorrow for ourselves. We get lost in our grief and pain and shut the world out. We shut God out. But God is waiting for you to turn to Him in your grief and pain. Jesus, God the Son, was a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. But He also conquered death and its sting when He went to the cross and then rose up victorious.
Trust Him for victory in your life today. He loves you. He really does.
Remember, I am praying for you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
Sunday
O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul on Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that follw'st all my way,
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee'
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's glow its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me thro' pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee'
I trace the rainbow thro' the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to hide from Thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
Credits: Song Text by George Matheson
Tuesday
A Test of Faith, The Whole Story
"Two police officers stood on my doorstep. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. What do they want? My husband, Gerry, was at work, and our nine-month-old son, Jared was taking a nap.
Reluctantly, I let the officers inside.The younger officer shifted uncomfortably while the senior officer asked several questions about Gerry and about the car he was driving.
"Mrs. Kelly, your husband's been in an automobile accident," he calmly stated.
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, and I hesitated before I could speak. "Is he okay?" I managed.
"We're sorry to inform you, but Gerry didn't make it."
"No," I stammered. "There must be some mistake."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelly, but your husband died in the accident."
My head was swimming. This couldn't possibly be happening. Desperate, I looked around the room for a familiar face. A strangled whisper escaped my lips.
"What do I do? Dear Jesus, I don't know what to do."
In that moment, I knew I had a choice--trust God or reject Him. My husband Gerry and I had recently completed a Bible study of Job at church. Job had a choice when his world fell apart. His wife told him to curse God and die, but he didn't. He chose to trust God, even though he struggled.
"Jesus," I screamed, collapsing to the floor, "please help me!"
This was a test of faith, and I didn't know if I was going to make it, but I knew it would be impossible without Jesus. I had trusted him as my Savior when I was seven years old. He saved me from my sin and promised me a home in heaven. I knew I needed the One who saved me now more than ever."
This is the first half of my real life story entitled, "A Test of Faith" published in God Allows U-Turns for Women in 2006. I cried so hard writing it. I cried so hard reading it out loud. I still cry...
So, is it the whole story? No. For the sake of the book it was condensed or certain information editors didn't believe important was left out. Let me share a few things more about that day. For those of you who have gone through a similar experience, you know it's never cut and dry. Every detail is important.
When the officers first came to the door I thought, "What did I do wrong. Did I run through a stop sign or something?"
My mind knew that was ridiculous but I couldn't or didn't want to believe there was more to it than that.
The other reality was I was scared. I thought maybe these two cops from out of nowhere were not really cops, but imposters there to attack me. There had been a string of rapes in the news about a guy who dressed up as a cop and pulled women over while driving. Now I thought he might be making house calls.
When I saw our neighbor who cuts grass for a living (he was across the street when the officers arrived) peek his head out behind the officers, I let go of that terrifying thought but that brought with it the unthinkable.
Something happened. Something bad happened to someone I love.
The officer first asked if I was married to Gerald Alan Kelly.
"Yes..."
Then he asked if Gerry was driving such and such type of vehicle.
"Yes..."
Then he showed me Gerry's drivers license and asked if this was his license.
"Yes..."
Now at this point I'm thinking, "What in the world is going on? They don't take your license for speeding... And why does this stranger have Gerry's license?"
Then he dropped the bomb. And this is what he said, not how the publishing house made me phrase it.
He said, "I'm sorry to inform you Mrs. Kelly, but your husband is deceased."
When I told him there was some mistake, he insisted there wasn't.
I started to get angry and yelled, "No! You're wrong!"
When they insisted Gerry died in the car accident, I said, "You've made a mistake. It must be the person in the other car."
He replied, "There was no other car. It was a single vehicle accident."
That's when my heart sank and me along with it.
The officers weren't able to find family to come and tell me the news. Evidently they tried and are supposed to, but everyone was out somewhere that day and couldn't be reached.
They also wanted me to give them phone numbers of family members. I couldn't even remember my family's phone numbers. I kept saying, "I don't know... I don't know." I was mad at myself because I couldn't remember. I don't even know who called my family or how they got the numbers other than I had numbers programed into my phone on speed dial.
I've re-lived that day many times. It is one of the things I want to know when I've talked with people who have experienced loss through tragedy. "What happened that day?" My family could tell you their experiences of when and how they found out.
My dad was in his study when he got the call. He said he leaned over and threw up.
My mother-in-law didn't find out until she arrived at my house. I'll never forget her flushed face standing there on my foyer steps (I lived in a bi-level house) doing her best to deny what happened.
For me the day began like any other day. The sun was shining, my son was napping, I had eggplant Parmesan in the oven. (Well, the eggplant wasn't usual. It was one of Gerry's favorites. I hadn't been cooking much since the baby was born so I was very pleased with myself that day...)
I've been learning to "expect the unexpected." Does that mean we have to live in fear? NO.
No matter what happens or how, please know this, Jesus promises to be with you. He will never let you go. Reach out to him in your pain. Trust him in your grief. He will see you through. I tell you that from my heart.
Remember, I am praying for you.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
Reluctantly, I let the officers inside.The younger officer shifted uncomfortably while the senior officer asked several questions about Gerry and about the car he was driving.
"Mrs. Kelly, your husband's been in an automobile accident," he calmly stated.
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, and I hesitated before I could speak. "Is he okay?" I managed.
"We're sorry to inform you, but Gerry didn't make it."
"No," I stammered. "There must be some mistake."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelly, but your husband died in the accident."
My head was swimming. This couldn't possibly be happening. Desperate, I looked around the room for a familiar face. A strangled whisper escaped my lips.
"What do I do? Dear Jesus, I don't know what to do."
In that moment, I knew I had a choice--trust God or reject Him. My husband Gerry and I had recently completed a Bible study of Job at church. Job had a choice when his world fell apart. His wife told him to curse God and die, but he didn't. He chose to trust God, even though he struggled.
"Jesus," I screamed, collapsing to the floor, "please help me!"
This was a test of faith, and I didn't know if I was going to make it, but I knew it would be impossible without Jesus. I had trusted him as my Savior when I was seven years old. He saved me from my sin and promised me a home in heaven. I knew I needed the One who saved me now more than ever."
This is the first half of my real life story entitled, "A Test of Faith" published in God Allows U-Turns for Women in 2006. I cried so hard writing it. I cried so hard reading it out loud. I still cry...
So, is it the whole story? No. For the sake of the book it was condensed or certain information editors didn't believe important was left out. Let me share a few things more about that day. For those of you who have gone through a similar experience, you know it's never cut and dry. Every detail is important.
When the officers first came to the door I thought, "What did I do wrong. Did I run through a stop sign or something?"
My mind knew that was ridiculous but I couldn't or didn't want to believe there was more to it than that.
The other reality was I was scared. I thought maybe these two cops from out of nowhere were not really cops, but imposters there to attack me. There had been a string of rapes in the news about a guy who dressed up as a cop and pulled women over while driving. Now I thought he might be making house calls.
When I saw our neighbor who cuts grass for a living (he was across the street when the officers arrived) peek his head out behind the officers, I let go of that terrifying thought but that brought with it the unthinkable.
Something happened. Something bad happened to someone I love.
The officer first asked if I was married to Gerald Alan Kelly.
"Yes..."
Then he asked if Gerry was driving such and such type of vehicle.
"Yes..."
Then he showed me Gerry's drivers license and asked if this was his license.
"Yes..."
Now at this point I'm thinking, "What in the world is going on? They don't take your license for speeding... And why does this stranger have Gerry's license?"
Then he dropped the bomb. And this is what he said, not how the publishing house made me phrase it.
He said, "I'm sorry to inform you Mrs. Kelly, but your husband is deceased."
When I told him there was some mistake, he insisted there wasn't.
I started to get angry and yelled, "No! You're wrong!"
When they insisted Gerry died in the car accident, I said, "You've made a mistake. It must be the person in the other car."
He replied, "There was no other car. It was a single vehicle accident."
That's when my heart sank and me along with it.
The officers weren't able to find family to come and tell me the news. Evidently they tried and are supposed to, but everyone was out somewhere that day and couldn't be reached.
They also wanted me to give them phone numbers of family members. I couldn't even remember my family's phone numbers. I kept saying, "I don't know... I don't know." I was mad at myself because I couldn't remember. I don't even know who called my family or how they got the numbers other than I had numbers programed into my phone on speed dial.
I've re-lived that day many times. It is one of the things I want to know when I've talked with people who have experienced loss through tragedy. "What happened that day?" My family could tell you their experiences of when and how they found out.
My dad was in his study when he got the call. He said he leaned over and threw up.
My mother-in-law didn't find out until she arrived at my house. I'll never forget her flushed face standing there on my foyer steps (I lived in a bi-level house) doing her best to deny what happened.
For me the day began like any other day. The sun was shining, my son was napping, I had eggplant Parmesan in the oven. (Well, the eggplant wasn't usual. It was one of Gerry's favorites. I hadn't been cooking much since the baby was born so I was very pleased with myself that day...)
I've been learning to "expect the unexpected." Does that mean we have to live in fear? NO.
No matter what happens or how, please know this, Jesus promises to be with you. He will never let you go. Reach out to him in your pain. Trust him in your grief. He will see you through. I tell you that from my heart.
Remember, I am praying for you.
In Jesus' love,
Susan
Triggers
Yesterday, while driving my youngest son to Kindergarten, we encountered a roadblock with a detour.
Every time I see flashing lights, orange cones, police and rescue workers, my heart skips a beat. After my first husband’s death in a car accident, my reflex these days is to pray for all involved.
Life continues for us on earth until the day God says it will end. So what happens when those inevitable “triggers” come - events that bring back a flood of memories and their accompanying pain, hurt, and grief?
I continued driving down the road in an effort to get my son to school on time. We arrived five minutes late after our fifteen-minute detour and I walked him into the office to sign a tardy slip. On the slip, I had to explain why we were late. I briefly told the office worker about the accident while signing the tardy slip.
My son spoke up. “Daddy Gerry died in a car accident.”
Now sometimes I take the time to explain to others what that statement means. Yesterday, I did not. I simply said, “Let’s not talk about that right now.”
While driving home, tears began to fall. I thought about the day of the accident. I thought about my oldest son who is so anxious to get out on the road after getting his drivers permit a few days ago. I thought about my youngest son, born to my second husband and me, who is currently trying to digest the idea that he wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t died.
Death is a complicated matter. So many things can trigger painful memories, but also trigger fresh pain for today.
So what do we do with the hurt?
Bring it to Jesus.
As I cried and prayed, I began to sing a song. I can’t explain it, but I started singing the Doxology. We haven’t sung it at our church in ages, but occasionally when our extended family would gather at the dinner table, we would sing it as a prayer. The song goes like this:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him all creatures here below.
Praise him above ye heavenly hosts.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Jesus knows our hurts. When he lived here on earth, he experienced heart wrenching pain and grief. And he did it all for you and me. He did it so we could live, not only now, but for eternity.
Bring your hurts to Jesus and leave them there. The triggers will come, but the hurt doesn’t have to stay. Give it to Jesus, my friend. He will help you. He loves you. Remember, I am praying for you. God is able, he really is.
In Christ’s love,
Susan
Every time I see flashing lights, orange cones, police and rescue workers, my heart skips a beat. After my first husband’s death in a car accident, my reflex these days is to pray for all involved.
Life continues for us on earth until the day God says it will end. So what happens when those inevitable “triggers” come - events that bring back a flood of memories and their accompanying pain, hurt, and grief?
I continued driving down the road in an effort to get my son to school on time. We arrived five minutes late after our fifteen-minute detour and I walked him into the office to sign a tardy slip. On the slip, I had to explain why we were late. I briefly told the office worker about the accident while signing the tardy slip.
My son spoke up. “Daddy Gerry died in a car accident.”
Now sometimes I take the time to explain to others what that statement means. Yesterday, I did not. I simply said, “Let’s not talk about that right now.”
While driving home, tears began to fall. I thought about the day of the accident. I thought about my oldest son who is so anxious to get out on the road after getting his drivers permit a few days ago. I thought about my youngest son, born to my second husband and me, who is currently trying to digest the idea that he wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t died.
Death is a complicated matter. So many things can trigger painful memories, but also trigger fresh pain for today.
So what do we do with the hurt?
Bring it to Jesus.
As I cried and prayed, I began to sing a song. I can’t explain it, but I started singing the Doxology. We haven’t sung it at our church in ages, but occasionally when our extended family would gather at the dinner table, we would sing it as a prayer. The song goes like this:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him all creatures here below.
Praise him above ye heavenly hosts.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Jesus knows our hurts. When he lived here on earth, he experienced heart wrenching pain and grief. And he did it all for you and me. He did it so we could live, not only now, but for eternity.
Bring your hurts to Jesus and leave them there. The triggers will come, but the hurt doesn’t have to stay. Give it to Jesus, my friend. He will help you. He loves you. Remember, I am praying for you. God is able, he really is.
In Christ’s love,
Susan
Monday
Love Means Forgiveness
For those who have experienced loss and the accompanying grief it brings, I don’t have to tell you about the range of emotions that go with it.
I’m sure you can tell by my last post that those emotions run very deep. Like I’ve said before, “You learn to live with it, but you never get over it.”
So, what do we do with family members or friends who are also experiencing loss? They feel grief too, but may express it differently. Not only does our relationship with the deceased play into the grief process, (one may be related as a brother or sister, or mother or father, or husband or wife) but also our personalities. We are all wired differently.
During this difficult time, emotions are raw and it’s easy to hurt people. Sometimes that hurt is intentional; other times it may be done in ignorance. The key to healing for all who are touched by the pangs of loss boils down to this one simple word: forgiveness. Forgiveness allows us to move past differences in how we think the other person should act toward us, what they should say or even do.
Instead of working against one another during difficult times, may each of us learn to love one another, respect one another, and forgive. It’s inevitable, we all will make mistakes, but God is a god of forgiveness. Through his Son, Jesus Christ, he made forgiveness available to all who would receive it.
What are you holding onto today? I’ve had to let go of my hurts, to rest in the arms of Christ my Savior and know that the joy of the Lord is my strength.
Let go of your hurts, your “right” to feel justified, vindicated. Let God’s love take hold of your heart and you will begin the healing journey through the valley of the shadow of death.
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
“These things I command you, that you love one another.” John 15:17
I’m sure you can tell by my last post that those emotions run very deep. Like I’ve said before, “You learn to live with it, but you never get over it.”
So, what do we do with family members or friends who are also experiencing loss? They feel grief too, but may express it differently. Not only does our relationship with the deceased play into the grief process, (one may be related as a brother or sister, or mother or father, or husband or wife) but also our personalities. We are all wired differently.
During this difficult time, emotions are raw and it’s easy to hurt people. Sometimes that hurt is intentional; other times it may be done in ignorance. The key to healing for all who are touched by the pangs of loss boils down to this one simple word: forgiveness. Forgiveness allows us to move past differences in how we think the other person should act toward us, what they should say or even do.
Instead of working against one another during difficult times, may each of us learn to love one another, respect one another, and forgive. It’s inevitable, we all will make mistakes, but God is a god of forgiveness. Through his Son, Jesus Christ, he made forgiveness available to all who would receive it.
What are you holding onto today? I’ve had to let go of my hurts, to rest in the arms of Christ my Savior and know that the joy of the Lord is my strength.
Let go of your hurts, your “right” to feel justified, vindicated. Let God’s love take hold of your heart and you will begin the healing journey through the valley of the shadow of death.
Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
“These things I command you, that you love one another.” John 15:17
Friday
A Few Moments of Joy
Parade goers waved their flags of red-white-and-blue. I held my nine-month-old son in my arms, pointing to the fire engines. My eyes burned from crying all night long. My mouth was dry. But for this one moment, this fleeting moment, all I hoped for, all I desired was a few moments of joy.
I looked into the blue eyes of my little son, the child my husband and I waited for and prayed for the last five years of our marriage. He looked so much like Gerry; I had to swallow the lump forming in my throat. My stomach tightened. I studied my little son’s face. His long eyelashes blinked in fascination. Just a few moments of joy.
Jared clapped his hands as the colorful floats passed. I stood there, my son and me. Just a few short weeks ago, I stood in the park with Jared and Gerry. Gerry took off from work for his twenty-eighth birthday. The sunshine filtered through the trees. Gerry carried Jared on his shoulder. He gently slid his son, our son, into the baby swing. “Wee…”
Just a few moments of joy. That’s all I wanted. Just a few moments of feeling that life was normal. A few moments to laugh, to put the cares and sorrow aside. They would find me soon enough. They had all night long.
And then it happened. One of Gerry’s sisters walked up to me. I don’t remember everything she said but I do remember this. “Sue, I just want you to know, it’s okay to cry. My girls need to see your grief.”
My heart started beating erratically. My palms grew slick. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I had been crying non-stop for five days since Gerry died. But she hadn’t been there to see, to know the sleepless nights, the emptiness I felt inside. “I… I have been crying. I just wanted to bring Jared to the parade and have a few moments of joy. Just a few moments…”
I turned. I wanted to run, to escape, to find a safe place, a place where I would not be judged by the number of tears shed. A place to find a shoulder to lean on, a place where people who cared would give me the freedom to cry when I needed to, to talk when I needed to, to sit with me in silence when there were no words to say.
I clambered up the steps to my home, the home Gerry and I bought, the home we worked so hard to fix up for our family. I stumbled into Jared’s bedroom and gently laid him in his crib. I kissed his chubby cheeks and pressed bunny into his outstretched hands. I collapsed in my guest bedroom. My mom and sister sat next to me, wrapping their arms around me, rocking back and forth.
Tears fell once again. Tears of anger; tears of loss. Gone was the moment of joy. Gone, but not lost forever. As sure as the sun shines after the rain, moments of joy would come again. Moments that by God’s grace has given my heart hope. Moments spreading into a familiar pattern until the moments of joy far outnumber the moments of tears.
Today is September 7th. Twenty-two years ago, I married Gerald Alan Kelly, my high-school sweetheart. And even though our time on earth ended in bittersweet sorrow, I know I will see my friend again. One day when by God’s grace, my earthly bonds break way to Heaven’s glory.
Until that day, I continue to live, to feel those moments of joy and sorrow flow through my heart and soul. To know as I gaze into the blue eyes of Jared, my teenage son, that all is not lost. Because God is a god of hope, of healing, of joy.
In Christ I live. In him, I find the courage to go on, to love again. To grasp the hand of my second husband Jim; to gaze into the eyes of our five-year-old son, Joel, and say, “Come what may, Lord Jesus. You will sustain. You are enough.”
Yes, because of Jesus my Savior, I have joy unspeakable.
With much love and prayers,
Susan
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
P.S. Bunny still has a special place in our home…
I looked into the blue eyes of my little son, the child my husband and I waited for and prayed for the last five years of our marriage. He looked so much like Gerry; I had to swallow the lump forming in my throat. My stomach tightened. I studied my little son’s face. His long eyelashes blinked in fascination. Just a few moments of joy.
Jared clapped his hands as the colorful floats passed. I stood there, my son and me. Just a few short weeks ago, I stood in the park with Jared and Gerry. Gerry took off from work for his twenty-eighth birthday. The sunshine filtered through the trees. Gerry carried Jared on his shoulder. He gently slid his son, our son, into the baby swing. “Wee…”
Just a few moments of joy. That’s all I wanted. Just a few moments of feeling that life was normal. A few moments to laugh, to put the cares and sorrow aside. They would find me soon enough. They had all night long.
And then it happened. One of Gerry’s sisters walked up to me. I don’t remember everything she said but I do remember this. “Sue, I just want you to know, it’s okay to cry. My girls need to see your grief.”
My heart started beating erratically. My palms grew slick. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I had been crying non-stop for five days since Gerry died. But she hadn’t been there to see, to know the sleepless nights, the emptiness I felt inside. “I… I have been crying. I just wanted to bring Jared to the parade and have a few moments of joy. Just a few moments…”
I turned. I wanted to run, to escape, to find a safe place, a place where I would not be judged by the number of tears shed. A place to find a shoulder to lean on, a place where people who cared would give me the freedom to cry when I needed to, to talk when I needed to, to sit with me in silence when there were no words to say.
I clambered up the steps to my home, the home Gerry and I bought, the home we worked so hard to fix up for our family. I stumbled into Jared’s bedroom and gently laid him in his crib. I kissed his chubby cheeks and pressed bunny into his outstretched hands. I collapsed in my guest bedroom. My mom and sister sat next to me, wrapping their arms around me, rocking back and forth.
Tears fell once again. Tears of anger; tears of loss. Gone was the moment of joy. Gone, but not lost forever. As sure as the sun shines after the rain, moments of joy would come again. Moments that by God’s grace has given my heart hope. Moments spreading into a familiar pattern until the moments of joy far outnumber the moments of tears.
Today is September 7th. Twenty-two years ago, I married Gerald Alan Kelly, my high-school sweetheart. And even though our time on earth ended in bittersweet sorrow, I know I will see my friend again. One day when by God’s grace, my earthly bonds break way to Heaven’s glory.
Until that day, I continue to live, to feel those moments of joy and sorrow flow through my heart and soul. To know as I gaze into the blue eyes of Jared, my teenage son, that all is not lost. Because God is a god of hope, of healing, of joy.
In Christ I live. In him, I find the courage to go on, to love again. To grasp the hand of my second husband Jim; to gaze into the eyes of our five-year-old son, Joel, and say, “Come what may, Lord Jesus. You will sustain. You are enough.”
Yes, because of Jesus my Savior, I have joy unspeakable.
With much love and prayers,
Susan
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
P.S. Bunny still has a special place in our home…
Wednesday
Merry-Go-Round
I recently learned from my blogging friend, Maxine, about the deaths of two of her friends who were murdered. My heart goes out to the family and friends of these loved ones knowing the pain they are in and will be in during the days ahead. I am praying for this dear family in their loss. Yes, even though Christians have the joy of knowing their loved ones who have trusted Christ as Savior are with Jesus, it still hurts.
After the sudden death of my first husband, I remember feeling like I was riding an out of control merry-go-round. All I wished was for somebody to let me off. I wanted someone to take me back to the time before the craziness happened and say, “It was just a bad dream.”
But it wasn’t and every day pressures and responsibilities mounted. The baby needed to be fed, groceries needed to be bought, wash needed to be done, all while my head felt like it was spinning. And even though I had the help of family and friends, I felt like I was in a fog, just going through the motions of living.
I was unable to think clearly and yet so many decisions had to be made: immediate decisions like what casket, what grave plaque, what songs at the funeral, what clothes Gerry would wear in the casket, whether it would be an open or closed casket. (I opted for closed with a picture of Gerry on top because of my young son. I didn’t want him crying out for Da-Da during the church service. Immediate family viewed Gerry at the morgue.) I let my brother-in-law pick the casket. He picked a simple slate-blue color. Simple, doe-skin I believe. Gerry would have approved. He liked things to be “simple”.
Then there was the paperwork, oh the paperwork. All this while my head was in a fog. I needed certified death certificates, (yes when those run out you need to pay to order more from the state), filing for insurance policies, an investigation into the cause of the car accident (that lasted for years), fighting for workman’s compensation (my husband died while traveling on the job), a dental bill that had to be paid for Gerry’s mouth surgery on his gums, and a tax bill to be paid (the car was in my husband’s name only) on the car that had been totaled. The list seemed to grow every day.
I really didn’t start to grieve in earnest until things settled down a bit a few months later. Then I crashed. I went away for a few days with my son and my parents and cried non-stop. I didn’t want to have to face another day, but I knew I had to. In my mind, it was sink or swim. I didn’t want to drown, so I hung onto Jesus, my life preserver, with all my might. But I never did have to worry, because Jesus was hanging on to me all along. He promised to never let go. He never has and he never will.
On her post, Maxine shared a wonderful Bible verse about times and seasons of life.
There are different seasons in life, so true. But I believe there are times that mourning and laughter can fit together during the grief process. Sound crazy?
You’re probably wondering, “Susan, what do you mean by that? Mourning and laughter don’t go together.”
That is a subject for my next post. But for now, know that people who have experienced loss feel a range of emotions. Sometimes they just want to have a “normal” moment. A time when they can try to forget their pain, even if it is only temporary and experience a few seconds of joy. Such was the time for me at the Fourth of July parade in 1992, five days after my first husband died and then again on my son’s 1st birthday two months later in September.
Until next time, know that whoever you are and wherever you are, Jesus loves you and he cares and I do too.
I am praying for you,
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
After the sudden death of my first husband, I remember feeling like I was riding an out of control merry-go-round. All I wished was for somebody to let me off. I wanted someone to take me back to the time before the craziness happened and say, “It was just a bad dream.”
But it wasn’t and every day pressures and responsibilities mounted. The baby needed to be fed, groceries needed to be bought, wash needed to be done, all while my head felt like it was spinning. And even though I had the help of family and friends, I felt like I was in a fog, just going through the motions of living.
I was unable to think clearly and yet so many decisions had to be made: immediate decisions like what casket, what grave plaque, what songs at the funeral, what clothes Gerry would wear in the casket, whether it would be an open or closed casket. (I opted for closed with a picture of Gerry on top because of my young son. I didn’t want him crying out for Da-Da during the church service. Immediate family viewed Gerry at the morgue.) I let my brother-in-law pick the casket. He picked a simple slate-blue color. Simple, doe-skin I believe. Gerry would have approved. He liked things to be “simple”.
Then there was the paperwork, oh the paperwork. All this while my head was in a fog. I needed certified death certificates, (yes when those run out you need to pay to order more from the state), filing for insurance policies, an investigation into the cause of the car accident (that lasted for years), fighting for workman’s compensation (my husband died while traveling on the job), a dental bill that had to be paid for Gerry’s mouth surgery on his gums, and a tax bill to be paid (the car was in my husband’s name only) on the car that had been totaled. The list seemed to grow every day.
I really didn’t start to grieve in earnest until things settled down a bit a few months later. Then I crashed. I went away for a few days with my son and my parents and cried non-stop. I didn’t want to have to face another day, but I knew I had to. In my mind, it was sink or swim. I didn’t want to drown, so I hung onto Jesus, my life preserver, with all my might. But I never did have to worry, because Jesus was hanging on to me all along. He promised to never let go. He never has and he never will.
On her post, Maxine shared a wonderful Bible verse about times and seasons of life.
There are different seasons in life, so true. But I believe there are times that mourning and laughter can fit together during the grief process. Sound crazy?
You’re probably wondering, “Susan, what do you mean by that? Mourning and laughter don’t go together.”
That is a subject for my next post. But for now, know that people who have experienced loss feel a range of emotions. Sometimes they just want to have a “normal” moment. A time when they can try to forget their pain, even if it is only temporary and experience a few seconds of joy. Such was the time for me at the Fourth of July parade in 1992, five days after my first husband died and then again on my son’s 1st birthday two months later in September.
Until next time, know that whoever you are and wherever you are, Jesus loves you and he cares and I do too.
I am praying for you,
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
Sunday
What Do You Say?
What do you say?
When we talk with people who have experienced loss, it can be awkward. We don’t want to say the wrong thing and make them feel worse. But then we don’t want to ignore them and unintentionally do the same thing.
So what do we do?
From the perspective of a former young widow raising a young son, the most meaningful thing a person could say to me was, “I am praying for you.” I can’t speak for everyone else, but those few words meant the world to me. I knew that the problems, the emotions, the fears that I was facing were being taken away from my hands and placed in the hands of Almighty God.
I have to admit, even after experiencing the other side; I still hesitate to speak with people in their grief. What if I say too much? What if I say too little? What if I say nothing at all? I certainly don’t want to add to their pain.
Here is the perfect opportunity to pray and ask, “Lord, what do you want me to do?”
Sometimes the best thing a friend could do for me was to give me a hug or a pat on the shoulder. That human touch after loss is comforting; at least it was for me. However, be aware of your relationship with that person. How well do you know them? Also, be careful of your timing. Pray for God’s wisdom.
When the police officers came to my door to give the news of my husband’s death, I sank to the middle of my living room floor, crying. One officer tried to comfort me by giving a hug. I was not ready for this stranger to do this to me. I pushed him away and said, “No, don’t touch me.”
If I were to see this man today, I would give him a hug. I understand now that he meant well. I heard later that these officers said the call to my house was one of the most difficult ones they ever had to do. Maybe it was because they were not able to find any family to come with them to break the news, although they tried.
When family finally arrived, I sank into my father’s embrace, fell into my mother’s arms, I was surrounded by my sisters and brothers, my grandparents, and extended family, and church family.
I remember in the midst of all the confusion my grandfather bending down on his knees in silent prayer. My grandfather has bad knees. He cannot lean on them, but this day was different.
Some of the most meaningful cards I received were the simple ones, cards that read “Thinking of You” or “Sharing in Your Loss” or “Praying for You”. I could read these cards over and over again in the quiet of the evening or when I was feeling down.
I don’t believe there is any “magic word” to say to one who is grieving. Each person has a different set of circumstances surrounding their loss. But the one common thing is the need for love and understanding. We can learn to stand by the person, allowing them space and time to grieve, being available for when that loved one needs a shoulder to lean on, praying them through the crazy days and the lonely nights.
When we pray for those who are hurting, we open the doors of Heaven to rain God’s peace in to their hearts and minds through Christ Jesus, just like Philippians chapter four says.
So pray. Pray again and don’t forget to keep praying for those who are grieving. Psalm 55:16-18 says, “As for me, I will call upon God, And the Lord shall save me. Evening and morning and at noon will I pray, and cry aloud. And He shall hear my voice. He has redeemed my soul in peace…”
Remember, I may not know who you are, but God does. I am praying for you. God loves you.
Sharing in your loss,
Susan
When we talk with people who have experienced loss, it can be awkward. We don’t want to say the wrong thing and make them feel worse. But then we don’t want to ignore them and unintentionally do the same thing.
So what do we do?
From the perspective of a former young widow raising a young son, the most meaningful thing a person could say to me was, “I am praying for you.” I can’t speak for everyone else, but those few words meant the world to me. I knew that the problems, the emotions, the fears that I was facing were being taken away from my hands and placed in the hands of Almighty God.
I have to admit, even after experiencing the other side; I still hesitate to speak with people in their grief. What if I say too much? What if I say too little? What if I say nothing at all? I certainly don’t want to add to their pain.
Here is the perfect opportunity to pray and ask, “Lord, what do you want me to do?”
Sometimes the best thing a friend could do for me was to give me a hug or a pat on the shoulder. That human touch after loss is comforting; at least it was for me. However, be aware of your relationship with that person. How well do you know them? Also, be careful of your timing. Pray for God’s wisdom.
When the police officers came to my door to give the news of my husband’s death, I sank to the middle of my living room floor, crying. One officer tried to comfort me by giving a hug. I was not ready for this stranger to do this to me. I pushed him away and said, “No, don’t touch me.”
If I were to see this man today, I would give him a hug. I understand now that he meant well. I heard later that these officers said the call to my house was one of the most difficult ones they ever had to do. Maybe it was because they were not able to find any family to come with them to break the news, although they tried.
When family finally arrived, I sank into my father’s embrace, fell into my mother’s arms, I was surrounded by my sisters and brothers, my grandparents, and extended family, and church family.
I remember in the midst of all the confusion my grandfather bending down on his knees in silent prayer. My grandfather has bad knees. He cannot lean on them, but this day was different.
Some of the most meaningful cards I received were the simple ones, cards that read “Thinking of You” or “Sharing in Your Loss” or “Praying for You”. I could read these cards over and over again in the quiet of the evening or when I was feeling down.
I don’t believe there is any “magic word” to say to one who is grieving. Each person has a different set of circumstances surrounding their loss. But the one common thing is the need for love and understanding. We can learn to stand by the person, allowing them space and time to grieve, being available for when that loved one needs a shoulder to lean on, praying them through the crazy days and the lonely nights.
When we pray for those who are hurting, we open the doors of Heaven to rain God’s peace in to their hearts and minds through Christ Jesus, just like Philippians chapter four says.
So pray. Pray again and don’t forget to keep praying for those who are grieving. Psalm 55:16-18 says, “As for me, I will call upon God, And the Lord shall save me. Evening and morning and at noon will I pray, and cry aloud. And He shall hear my voice. He has redeemed my soul in peace…”
Remember, I may not know who you are, but God does. I am praying for you. God loves you.
Sharing in your loss,
Susan
Friday
God's Protection
“Where is God’s Protection?” Or maybe it would be better to ask, “How does God protect us?”
I grew up learning Bible verses about God’s love, about how He protects His children and keeps them safe. I knew God had guardian angels watching over us. I believed what I was taught from the Bible. I still do, although my belief has taken on a whole new perspective since Gerry’s death.
One of the greatest questions I’ve struggled with is the idea of God’s protection. I pray for my family to stay safe at school and work. I pray for their protection as they travel on the roads. So what happened the day Gerry died in the middle of the Pennsylvania turnpike. Did God stop protecting Gerry?
For twelve years, I privately struggled with this question. I knew God had the authority to do whatever He pleases with our lives. I knew that once a child of God, our lives are not our own. I also knew that God loves me, God loves Gerry, and God loves my family, there was never a doubt in my mind. I clung to that promise in my darkest hours when nothing else seemed to make sense.
So the question remains, “What happens when God’s children suffer and die?” Does God stop protecting them? Hebrews chapter eleven addresses the issue of faith, how some people were delivered from pain and torture, yet others died violent deaths. I believe the answer is found in verse 13 of chapter eleven when God says this: “These all died in faith…” Abel, Noah, Abraham, Moses, Joseph, and all the others listed in this chapter lived in faith and died in faith. Some died of old age, but others were tortured, even murdered.
These Old Testaments saints looked forward to the coming Christ and believed God’s promise to send His Son. We can look back on Jesus sacrificial death and resurrection and believe that God kept His promise. When a person trusts in Jesus Christ as their Savior, they take God at His Word and accept His offer of eternal life.
Jesus says in Matthew 28:20, “I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”
God was with Gerry the day he died. He was with Gerry when the car was rolling over. He was with Gerry when he lay alone on the ground surrounded by strangers. He was with Gerry when he took his last breath here on earth. God held Gerry in His protective hand and never let him go. How do I know? Gerry asked Jesus to be his personal Savior.
Jesus promises in John 10:28 & 29: “And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, who gave them to me, is greater than all, and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.”
So did God protect Gerry? Yes. He promises to always be with those who put their personal faith in Christ. We will experience sickness. We will experience pain. We will one day experience death. The Bible says we can be ready.
Jesus says in John 14:6, “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh to the Father, but by me.”
And here is the essence of God’s promise for protection. Nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus… not even death because Jesus promises to take us to His home in Heaven. (Romans 8:35-39; John 14:1-3)
God’s protection is forever, no matter what happens. Maybe you’re wondering how you can be safe for all eternity. Hell is a real place. God does not want you to go there. That’s why He sent His Son to earth. He wants to protect you. He loves you.
1 – Admit to God that you are a sinner who needs to be saved from your sin that separates you from God.
2 – Believe that God sent His Son Jesus Christ into the world to die for your sins. Believe that Jesus rose again from the dead, just like He promised.
3 – Confess your need of Jesus and ask Him into your life to be your personal Savior. Believe Him when He says that He will never leave you, no matter what happens. Believe that He has forgiven you of your sin and gives you eternal life.
If you have any questions or thoughts, please email me and type in the subject line, “From Anna’s Place”. You cannot answer the question of eternal life for anyone else. It is a personal decision to accept Christ, one that will keep you safe forever. You will become a child of God.
Remember, you are in my thoughts and prayers,
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
I grew up learning Bible verses about God’s love, about how He protects His children and keeps them safe. I knew God had guardian angels watching over us. I believed what I was taught from the Bible. I still do, although my belief has taken on a whole new perspective since Gerry’s death.
One of the greatest questions I’ve struggled with is the idea of God’s protection. I pray for my family to stay safe at school and work. I pray for their protection as they travel on the roads. So what happened the day Gerry died in the middle of the Pennsylvania turnpike. Did God stop protecting Gerry?
For twelve years, I privately struggled with this question. I knew God had the authority to do whatever He pleases with our lives. I knew that once a child of God, our lives are not our own. I also knew that God loves me, God loves Gerry, and God loves my family, there was never a doubt in my mind. I clung to that promise in my darkest hours when nothing else seemed to make sense.
So the question remains, “What happens when God’s children suffer and die?” Does God stop protecting them? Hebrews chapter eleven addresses the issue of faith, how some people were delivered from pain and torture, yet others died violent deaths. I believe the answer is found in verse 13 of chapter eleven when God says this: “These all died in faith…” Abel, Noah, Abraham, Moses, Joseph, and all the others listed in this chapter lived in faith and died in faith. Some died of old age, but others were tortured, even murdered.
These Old Testaments saints looked forward to the coming Christ and believed God’s promise to send His Son. We can look back on Jesus sacrificial death and resurrection and believe that God kept His promise. When a person trusts in Jesus Christ as their Savior, they take God at His Word and accept His offer of eternal life.
Jesus says in Matthew 28:20, “I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”
God was with Gerry the day he died. He was with Gerry when the car was rolling over. He was with Gerry when he lay alone on the ground surrounded by strangers. He was with Gerry when he took his last breath here on earth. God held Gerry in His protective hand and never let him go. How do I know? Gerry asked Jesus to be his personal Savior.
Jesus promises in John 10:28 & 29: “And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, who gave them to me, is greater than all, and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.”
So did God protect Gerry? Yes. He promises to always be with those who put their personal faith in Christ. We will experience sickness. We will experience pain. We will one day experience death. The Bible says we can be ready.
Jesus says in John 14:6, “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh to the Father, but by me.”
And here is the essence of God’s promise for protection. Nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus… not even death because Jesus promises to take us to His home in Heaven. (Romans 8:35-39; John 14:1-3)
God’s protection is forever, no matter what happens. Maybe you’re wondering how you can be safe for all eternity. Hell is a real place. God does not want you to go there. That’s why He sent His Son to earth. He wants to protect you. He loves you.
1 – Admit to God that you are a sinner who needs to be saved from your sin that separates you from God.
2 – Believe that God sent His Son Jesus Christ into the world to die for your sins. Believe that Jesus rose again from the dead, just like He promised.
3 – Confess your need of Jesus and ask Him into your life to be your personal Savior. Believe Him when He says that He will never leave you, no matter what happens. Believe that He has forgiven you of your sin and gives you eternal life.
If you have any questions or thoughts, please email me and type in the subject line, “From Anna’s Place”. You cannot answer the question of eternal life for anyone else. It is a personal decision to accept Christ, one that will keep you safe forever. You will become a child of God.
Remember, you are in my thoughts and prayers,
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
God is Good
A few months after my first husband died, I remember strolling through a local shopping mall, pushing my son, Jared, in a baby carriage.
“Sue!” A young, pretty blonde called to me from across the crowded plaza.
“Carrie? Is that you?” I hadn’t seen Carrie since we attended the same Christian high school, at least seven years ago.
“I heard what happened with Gerry. I’m sorry.”
I nodded my head. Boy, word sure does travel through the network of churches!
“Thanks,” I replied, trying to smile. As often as I listened to people talk about Gerry’s death, it always felt like a stab in the heart.
“How are you doing?” Carrie looked at me intently. (That’s usually the second question that follows “I’ve heard”. I don’t blame people. I’ve found myself fumbling for words when I’ve talked with others who’ve experienced loss. What does a person say?)
“God’s good.” It’s the first thing that popped into my head and out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It was the first thing that popped into my head every time people asked me the question, “How are you doing?”
Carrie cocked her head and smiled. I suppose she was a little unsure of what to say.
I continued, trying to explain. “We miss Gerry so much but God’s been taking good care of Jared and me. Jesus is our help and strength.”
And there it was plain and simple. In the midst of unspeakable pain, God is still good. Why? Because it is His nature: Goodness. Even when life doesn’t “feel good”, God’s nature, His character does not change.
It goes to reason that since, (not if), God is good, then whatever He does or whatever He allows to happen is “good”.
Whatever happens, (there’s a lot of sin and corruption in this world), even though people might mean it for evil, God will turn it to good, if we are open to His leading and help.
Are you wondering about God’s goodness in the midst of your pain? Search the Scriptures and see the goodness of the Lord. The prophet Nahum says in chapter one, verse seven: “The Lord is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in Him.”
Yes, God is good in the good times, the bad times, and every time in-between. Trust Him with your life. It’s the only way to really live!
I am praying for you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.” Psalm 136:1
“Sue!” A young, pretty blonde called to me from across the crowded plaza.
“Carrie? Is that you?” I hadn’t seen Carrie since we attended the same Christian high school, at least seven years ago.
“I heard what happened with Gerry. I’m sorry.”
I nodded my head. Boy, word sure does travel through the network of churches!
“Thanks,” I replied, trying to smile. As often as I listened to people talk about Gerry’s death, it always felt like a stab in the heart.
“How are you doing?” Carrie looked at me intently. (That’s usually the second question that follows “I’ve heard”. I don’t blame people. I’ve found myself fumbling for words when I’ve talked with others who’ve experienced loss. What does a person say?)
“God’s good.” It’s the first thing that popped into my head and out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It was the first thing that popped into my head every time people asked me the question, “How are you doing?”
Carrie cocked her head and smiled. I suppose she was a little unsure of what to say.
I continued, trying to explain. “We miss Gerry so much but God’s been taking good care of Jared and me. Jesus is our help and strength.”
And there it was plain and simple. In the midst of unspeakable pain, God is still good. Why? Because it is His nature: Goodness. Even when life doesn’t “feel good”, God’s nature, His character does not change.
It goes to reason that since, (not if), God is good, then whatever He does or whatever He allows to happen is “good”.
Whatever happens, (there’s a lot of sin and corruption in this world), even though people might mean it for evil, God will turn it to good, if we are open to His leading and help.
Are you wondering about God’s goodness in the midst of your pain? Search the Scriptures and see the goodness of the Lord. The prophet Nahum says in chapter one, verse seven: “The Lord is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in Him.”
Yes, God is good in the good times, the bad times, and every time in-between. Trust Him with your life. It’s the only way to really live!
I am praying for you.
In Jesus’ love,
Susan
“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.” Psalm 136:1
Saturday
Facing Tomorrow
My original plan was to set up Anna's place as a webpage, kind of like a mini-website. But God's been laying on my heart to share more with you. I'm not an expert, I guess that's why I've been a bit afraid to "tell you" stuff. I'm just a woman, who by God's grace, has continued to live, ever learning to trust, and emerging out of my comfort zone by sharing my suffering.
The following is a post I have on my other blog, more of a daily/weekly update on life, family, and my walk with God. I've chosen to post it here on Anna's Place too, I don't know why exactly, but God does. I pray it blesses you, no matter who you are, or what you are going through. Jesus loves you. Jesus cares, and so do I. Remember, I am praying for you...
“Do you ever get over it?” It’s a question I’m often asked. When it comes to the death of a loved one, from my experience, you learn to live with it, but you never get over it.
Does it mean I haven’t “moved on” with my life? No. I’ve moved on, in fact from the beginning I knew I had a choice. It was sink or swim: Trust Jesus or drown, drown in my sorrow, drown in my hurt, drown in my loneliness. I chose to keep on living.
I’ve written before about “hidden pockets of grief” as one friend so aptly put it. One of those “pockets” for me is about SUFFERING. My first husband’s death in a car accident was a violent death. After the car rolled over, he was ejected onto the highway, bleeding internally. Just writing this, my stomach still tightens and my eyes grow misty. I’ve often wondered, “Did he suffer?” Just the thought is overwhelming.
So what do I do when the notion starts swelling within me like a rising tide? Trust Jesus. Gerald Alan Kelly was a child of God. He had trusted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior. The day God called him home, no matter the method God used, Gerry was safe in the arms of Jesus.
I sat on the couch in my Nanna’s living room yesterday. She told me how much I was going to enjoy the latest novel she was passing on to me: Angela Hunt’s, The Pearl.
“I got so frustrated with the mother in the story, though.” My Nanna’s amber eyes blazed with fire. “It’s about a mother whose son died. She went off the deep end.”
I looked at my fiesty little grandmom. “Well, did she ever come back around and decide to trust the Lord?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t until the end. She lived a miserable, terrible life up until that point.”
I thought of the novel I was currently reading, “White Chocolate Moments”, Lori Wick’s latest masterpiece. It is about a young girl who loses her parents in a car accident. I’m only up to page 67. It’s been hard for me to read, not because it’s terrible writing, but because of the memories and the accompanying emotions it evokes.
“Nanna,” I said to my eighty-six-year-old grandmother who has walked with God for nearly a century. “Do you ever think about death now that you’re older?”
Nanna looked at me from her reading chair. Her Bible was open on her lap. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I know I’ll be with my Lord. And there’s a whole lot of people waiting for me there.” She paused for a moment. “I suppose the only thing I sometimes think about is how it will happen. I don’t want it to be long and drawn out. I don’t want to burden anyone and I hope I don’t have to suffer.”
I nodded in understanding. “I often wonder if Gerry suffered.”
Silence hung in the air.
“Honey, God has brought you through so much.”
“Yes, Nanna. And you’ve been right there with me, helping me, praying for me.” I patted my Nanna’s hand. “Jesus has been my help and my strength through it all.”
“You know Nanna, since God gives us grace and strength to live, I believe He’ll give us the same grace when it’s time to die, no matter how. Remember, Jesus suffered on the cross…”
My lovely grandmom smiled. “You’re right, Susie. He did.”
And with that thought, I can face tomorrow.
No matter what happens, with Jesus as your personal Savior, He will be with you. He experienced suffering. He experienced sorrow. He experienced death, but rose again victorious! Praise God!
In Jesus' love,
Susan
“For in Him we live, and move, and have our being…” Acts 17:28
The following is a post I have on my other blog, more of a daily/weekly update on life, family, and my walk with God. I've chosen to post it here on Anna's Place too, I don't know why exactly, but God does. I pray it blesses you, no matter who you are, or what you are going through. Jesus loves you. Jesus cares, and so do I. Remember, I am praying for you...
“Do you ever get over it?” It’s a question I’m often asked. When it comes to the death of a loved one, from my experience, you learn to live with it, but you never get over it.
Does it mean I haven’t “moved on” with my life? No. I’ve moved on, in fact from the beginning I knew I had a choice. It was sink or swim: Trust Jesus or drown, drown in my sorrow, drown in my hurt, drown in my loneliness. I chose to keep on living.
I’ve written before about “hidden pockets of grief” as one friend so aptly put it. One of those “pockets” for me is about SUFFERING. My first husband’s death in a car accident was a violent death. After the car rolled over, he was ejected onto the highway, bleeding internally. Just writing this, my stomach still tightens and my eyes grow misty. I’ve often wondered, “Did he suffer?” Just the thought is overwhelming.
So what do I do when the notion starts swelling within me like a rising tide? Trust Jesus. Gerald Alan Kelly was a child of God. He had trusted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior. The day God called him home, no matter the method God used, Gerry was safe in the arms of Jesus.
I sat on the couch in my Nanna’s living room yesterday. She told me how much I was going to enjoy the latest novel she was passing on to me: Angela Hunt’s, The Pearl.
“I got so frustrated with the mother in the story, though.” My Nanna’s amber eyes blazed with fire. “It’s about a mother whose son died. She went off the deep end.”
I looked at my fiesty little grandmom. “Well, did she ever come back around and decide to trust the Lord?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t until the end. She lived a miserable, terrible life up until that point.”
I thought of the novel I was currently reading, “White Chocolate Moments”, Lori Wick’s latest masterpiece. It is about a young girl who loses her parents in a car accident. I’m only up to page 67. It’s been hard for me to read, not because it’s terrible writing, but because of the memories and the accompanying emotions it evokes.
“Nanna,” I said to my eighty-six-year-old grandmother who has walked with God for nearly a century. “Do you ever think about death now that you’re older?”
Nanna looked at me from her reading chair. Her Bible was open on her lap. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I know I’ll be with my Lord. And there’s a whole lot of people waiting for me there.” She paused for a moment. “I suppose the only thing I sometimes think about is how it will happen. I don’t want it to be long and drawn out. I don’t want to burden anyone and I hope I don’t have to suffer.”
I nodded in understanding. “I often wonder if Gerry suffered.”
Silence hung in the air.
“Honey, God has brought you through so much.”
“Yes, Nanna. And you’ve been right there with me, helping me, praying for me.” I patted my Nanna’s hand. “Jesus has been my help and my strength through it all.”
“You know Nanna, since God gives us grace and strength to live, I believe He’ll give us the same grace when it’s time to die, no matter how. Remember, Jesus suffered on the cross…”
My lovely grandmom smiled. “You’re right, Susie. He did.”
And with that thought, I can face tomorrow.
No matter what happens, with Jesus as your personal Savior, He will be with you. He experienced suffering. He experienced sorrow. He experienced death, but rose again victorious! Praise God!
In Jesus' love,
Susan
“For in Him we live, and move, and have our being…” Acts 17:28
Tuesday
You Are Not Alone
I’ve heard people say writing is therapeutic. And I believe it. According to cancer survivor, Connie Pombo, who leads therapeutic writing workshops, “Studies indicate that people who wrote about traumatic events and wrote regularly, made 43% fewer doctor visits and exhibited better overall health than those who did not."
Whatever the statistics, I knew one thing after my husband Gerry died in a car accident: I had to write! I didn’t know the therapeutic benefits. I didn’t know I would one day share my private pain with others through writing. It never entered my mind. All I knew was I had to express what was going on in my head. I had to let it out somehow.
Some of what came pouring out are the words below. I’ve included an excerpt from my private journal. In sharing what I felt during those first few months, I hope to encourage you to reach out. Don’t hold it in. Share your grief and loss with someone, someone you feel safe with, someone who cares.
God bless you on your journey to hope and healing. You are not alone. I care about you and so does Jesus!
Sufficient Grace
Journal entry: Susan Irene Kelly – July 1992
I eat because I have to.
I function to exist and care for our baby boy.
I feel as though my whole life is a whirlwind.
I am caught up in a frightening tornado.
Tossed up and down, spun to and fro.
I’m spinning round and round.
I feel so out of control.
Whatever the statistics, I knew one thing after my husband Gerry died in a car accident: I had to write! I didn’t know the therapeutic benefits. I didn’t know I would one day share my private pain with others through writing. It never entered my mind. All I knew was I had to express what was going on in my head. I had to let it out somehow.
Some of what came pouring out are the words below. I’ve included an excerpt from my private journal. In sharing what I felt during those first few months, I hope to encourage you to reach out. Don’t hold it in. Share your grief and loss with someone, someone you feel safe with, someone who cares.
God bless you on your journey to hope and healing. You are not alone. I care about you and so does Jesus!
Sufficient Grace
Journal entry: Susan Irene Kelly – July 1992
I eat because I have to.
I function to exist and care for our baby boy.
I feel as though my whole life is a whirlwind.
I am caught up in a frightening tornado.
Tossed up and down, spun to and fro.
I’m spinning round and round.
I feel so out of control.
I sleep only out of sheer exhaustion.
I wake up to find my bed empty and then I feel guilty for even sleeping.
You see, my husband died the other day.
He went to work and never came home.
Instead, he was taken home to be with Jesus.
I look at the door with longing, hoping… just waiting for him to come home.
This just doesn’t seem real!
I don’t want it to be!
I wake up to find my bed empty and then I feel guilty for even sleeping.
You see, my husband died the other day.
He went to work and never came home.
Instead, he was taken home to be with Jesus.
I look at the door with longing, hoping… just waiting for him to come home.
This just doesn’t seem real!
I don’t want it to be!
I laugh, but then I feel sad for living without him.
I cry, but I don’t have his shoulder to lean on.
I talk, but he’s not there to listen, to understand what I am going through.
I feel so empty and alone.
My heart feels as though it’s been ripped in two, thrown out, discarded, trampled on.
Why do I have to do these every day mundane things?
Why do I have to sleep and eat and talk and think?
I don’t want to think and sometimes I just don’t want to talk to anyone.
Some people can accept that, and yet others stare at me and expect a response, as though I should be crying right at that moment, just for them.
Why do I have to sleep and eat and talk and think?
I don’t want to think and sometimes I just don’t want to talk to anyone.
Some people can accept that, and yet others stare at me and expect a response, as though I should be crying right at that moment, just for them.
But I want to remember the happy times about him.
I don’t want to forget anything, but I’m afraid I might forget some small detail and somehow betray him by forgetting.
I don’t want to forget anything, but I’m afraid I might forget some small detail and somehow betray him by forgetting.
We had so much fun together. I think of all the things we did together over the years as husband and wife, and then continued to do once our precious little son was born.
I smile when I think of what we shared, the places we went, the intimate talks we had together, the time we spent in each other’s arms, silent, when no words were needed to express how we felt about each other.
I smile when I think of what we shared, the places we went, the intimate talks we had together, the time we spent in each other’s arms, silent, when no words were needed to express how we felt about each other.
Somehow, we just knew.
Yet I wish I didn’t have to remember! I wish that he was standing right here next to me, holding me, keeping me safe, hugging me, laughing with me, looking at me, teasing me, kissing me, planning with me, praying with me, encouraging me, just living with me.
I wish I had him back and I didn’t have to feel these feelings.
He was my best friend and I loved him.
I wish I had him back and I didn’t have to feel these feelings.
He was my best friend and I loved him.
But through it all, God is gracious and my Savior, Jesus Christ died to save us.
In this knowledge, I can find rest.
Therefore, I have the grace to go on and I have a peace that I just can’t understand,
In this knowledge, I can find rest.
Therefore, I have the grace to go on and I have a peace that I just can’t understand,
a peace that passes all understanding.
“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7 KJV
“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7 KJV
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