Musing on Waves of Pain and Grief

 

Well, this morning learned of news that put my dad under a new intense wave of grief.  Janie’s beloved bird Vick died. My dad obviously is under a flood of grief and loss and pain.  Sitting hearing and praying this morning God impressed on me to reflect on the waves of pain and grief.  As praying and reflecting on my father’s pain as well as others in grief including: those spending today mourning the loss of David Wilkerson, those touched by the sudden lose of Darren Boogaard (former forward for the Minnesota Wild), a friend whose mother been informed of having breast cancer that spread, and unspoken others in world of pain; that each of us encounters varied waves of pain and grief.  We live in this fallen world. Many days and seasons are calm. Other times, pain and grief is overwhelming. God knows it all.  Yet, God gave us a picture of dealing with the storms and waves.  The pictures is of Jesus sleeping in the boat, at peace and content.  He is asleep for he knows the reality, the waves come and go. Now the disciples were so distraught they demanded Jesus do something, which He did to demonstrate God’s power. The storm and waves were stilled.  God is in control. 

The truth is we live in a world restricted by pain and loss.  It confines us. We have a lot of emotion around the times of pain and loss. In that storm, Jesus did indicate that it is our faith in who God is, our trust that He will see us through. All to often we easily focus on the waves.  In another picture, Peter walked on intense waves when focused on Jesus, and sunk when focused on waves.  So, God gives us an answer when we are overwhelmed and the waves appear to be that which will overwhelm and flood us. When the waters rise, when things seems to be at a point of drowning us, God is there. Cast our eyes to Him and His victory assured by the open grave.  For He is risen.

Storms are but a moment.  Stand firm in faith and endure. Looking to Jesus and looking ahead, to what is yet to come. These waves of pain and grief are but part of the preparation. We are to stand firm and endure in faith.  Pain and grief come but for a moment.  Embrace what God has before us, not to simply endure but to walking in transforming peace and joy that is found in knowledge of who God is and surrender in faith to his working through the waves of pain and grief. Sure, He could command them to stop, but doing so misses part of what God may have in store, for there is blessings and gifts in the waves of pain and grief. Meditate on God’s creation of the pearl. Something precious born out of one creatures initial irritation and pain. Now with those words said, God placed two Psalms on my heart. If you are in pain, please take time to read and thoughtfully meditate on the words and see what God has to say to you on this day while you are going through waves of pain and grief.

 

 

 

Psalms 42

To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”

These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God;

for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you from thelandofJordanand of Hermon, fromMountMizar.

Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.

By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.

 

Psalms 69

To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. Of David. Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.

I am weary with my crying out; my throat is parched. My eyes grow dim with waiting for my God.

More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; mighty are those who would destroy me, those who attack me with lies. What I did not steal must I now restore?

O God, you know my folly; the wrongs I have done are not hidden from you.

Let not those who hope in you be put to shame through me, O Lord GOD of hosts; let not those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, O God of Israel.

For it is for your sake that I have borne reproach, that dishonor has covered my face.

I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s sons.

For zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me.

When I wept and humbled my soul with fasting, it became my reproach.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

I am the talk of those who sit in the gate, and the drunkards make songs about me.

But as for me, my prayer is to you, O LORD. At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love answer me in your saving faithfulness.

Deliver me from sinking in the mire; let me be delivered from my enemies and from the deep waters.

Let not the flood sweep over me, or the deep swallow me up, or the pit close its mouth over me.

Answer me, O LORD, for your steadfast love is good; according to your abundant mercy, turn to me.

Hide not your face from your servant; for I am in distress; make haste to answer me.

Draw near to my soul, redeem me; ransom me because of my enemies!

You know my reproach, and my shame and my dishonor; my foes are all known to you.

Reproaches have broken my heart, so that I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.

They gave me poison for food, and for my thirst they gave me sour wine to drink.

Let their own table before them become a snare; and when they are at peace, let it become a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, so that they cannot see, and make their loins tremble continually.

Pour out your indignation upon them, and let your burning anger overtake them.

May their camp be a desolation; let no one dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom you have struck down, and they recount the pain of those you have wounded.

Add to them punishment upon punishment; may they have no acquittal from you.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living; let them not be enrolled among the righteous.

But I am afflicted and in pain; let your salvation, O God, set me on high!

I will praise the name of God with a song; I will magnify him with thanksgiving.

This will please the LORD more than an ox or a bull with horns and hoofs.

When the humble see it they will be glad; you who seek God, let your hearts revive.

For the LORD hears the needy and does not despise his own people who are prisoners.

Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and everything that moves in them.

For God will saveZionand build up the cities of Judah, and people shall dwell there and possess it; the offspring of his servants shall inherit it, and those who love his name shall dwell in it.

Joy Comes in the Mourning

Mother’s day musing: May all Mother’s be blessed

Today, Sunday May 8th, 2011 is a day in this culture set aside to honor Mother’s.  It is a day we set aside self focus and the demands often made on Mother’s to draw them honor and attention.  It is a day we let them know how much we care and appreciate who they are and what they do.  A mother is a very special creation of God’s. The role of mother reflects God’s love uniquely.  A mother is one that builds up and nurtures growth. A mother sees that daily needs are addressed and attended.  A mother is there to give comfort and attention when we are hurt or ill.  All and all a mother loves and therefore shows us part of God.  Sure, we live in a fallen world and the love of a mother is imperfect.  Yet, every mother uniquely reflects God’s love. So today, we take time to honor mothers. It is a day to show them God’s love and show gratitude.  Each of us in our own will spend time to uplift, serve, and thank our mothers in our own ways.  It is a day we share from our hearts to touch their heart.   It is a day we bless those who have so blessed us.

 

A Mother’s Day Blessing

For nine months you carried me, inside your womb.

It was you, me, and God. 

You carried me, nurtured me, saw to it that I bore life as God knit me together.

Many thanks to God and above and Blessings to you for giving of yourself that I may have life.

As you carried me, you felt pain ever increasing until the day I was born.

You endured great pain for the Joy of Life.

This pain no man will ever know the depth of but God knows it intimately.

In your pain was wrought life. 

Many thanks to God above and Blessings to you for all pain endured that I may have life.

As a baby you held me to your breast.

Providing nurture and attending to the helpless me.

You held me, fed me, held me close you your heart.

You introduced me to the world expanding and the creature known as Dad.

Many thanks to God above and Blessing to you for tending to the helpless me, nurturing me into greater life.

As a child you loved me, taught me, nurtured me, and disciplined me.

You saw to every need and met what you could, often at cost to yourself.

You saw that I wanted not and sacrificed much that I will never know.

Many thanks to God above and Blessing to you for all you gave to the growing me, training me up into who I was to be.

As an adolescent you steered me in the right paths.  You let go.

Through many tears, fights, and pains you endured, loving me every day.

We did not see eye to eye, yet you pointed me in the right path.

Pain was your constant companion as you had to let go.

Many thanks to God above and Blessing to you for your love and care as you set me on the path to become a man with pain and cost.

As a man, you love me still, from a far. There to listen, to guide, to love, to celebrate.

We walk each moment and it is a pleasure to share the joys and pains of life. 

Many thanks to God above and Blessing to you for the untold support you give as  I walk each day

And time comes, each day, as time works its way that small measures are repaid.

The ravages of age and this twist world, reduce you from what you once were

Yet, you are always mom, and any comfort aide and service required is but a drop

Compared to each day of love shown in this life.

So many thanks to God above and Blessing to you, for the live I live and the love I give could not happen with out you.

Many thanks and Blessings to all mother’s dear. May you receive back untold for all the love you give both in the now and in what is to come.

Many thanks to God above who has given us this taste of His love with Blessing each and every day with joy and pain, he gave us Mother’s so dear.