Monday, March 28, 2011
Through The Fire
The Apostle Paul knew suffering. Beaten. Shipwrecked. Hungry. Falsely Accused. Imprisoned. His remedy for suffering was to lean into the joy of the Lord. In fact, Paul counts it our true gain as we suffer with Christ as it molds us more into the likeness of the suffering servant, Christ. Christ, full of glory, brought low into humanity, suffering, bleeding, dying, did so without complaint, grumbling, questioning. It is in the fullness of my greatest loss, my "suffering," my grief I have drawn closer to my savior and understand more fully the true reality of what it means to suffer.
We purposely chose to fully face the brutal, crushing reality of the incredible loss unaided/undistracted by medication. I wanted to fully embrace the pain of the loss. It was a bloody, brutal beating to endure, and continue enduring for the rest of my earthly life, but strangely enough by leaning into the pain, by obediently carrying it, God provided a deep peace, "joy" if you will to accompany the horrific suffering. I have cleaved to the side of my savior and have been drawn closer into fellowship with him, the Father and Spirit. I am reminded of the early martyrs that RAN to the lion's mouth and wanted their bones crushed into bread...It is by such supernatural, God breathed, courage; such trust in the Lord; such assurance that Jeremy has found perfection in Christ that I find joy amongst the pain. 10,000 wild horses couldn't drag Jeremy back to me, nor would I want them to. He is in perfect union with Father, Son, and Spirit. He completed the race. Won the prize. I will press on in great fear and trembling as one who has not attained the prize.
I will continue to do this in a manner that brings as much glory to my heavenly Father as I am humanly capable of. I will not bring shame to the name above all names, Jesus Christ, by shrinking back, falling into worldly despair, hovering over the grave, looking into the deep blackness in search of my child....For he is not there. The seeds planted in him have died and brought forth abundance that only dying can bring. I will choose to continue to strip away my flesh and lean into the Spirit of the Living God in hopes of one day finding myself in perfect union. It disturbs me greatly how twisted the world and many Christians see death and dying, suffering. It is actually the door to sanctificaiton. To union. To eternity. Return to Eden from our curvatus ways. I deeply mourn for my earthly loss; I find great joy in my child's gain.
I haven't even begun to fully comprehend the miraculous outpouring, the hedge of love, that surrounded us from our family and friends, Biloxi First United Methodist Church family, the gulf coast community, and countless other churches and believers in this coastal area and far beyond. You carried us when we could not walk through the pain alone. Proper thanks can never be communicated to: our MIGHTY God carrying us. Our beautiful family journeying with us. Amazing friends & bfumc family providing a beacon of hope. Countless brothers & sisters in Christ lifting us up to the one that can save. Thank you. ♥
What I hope I can communicate fully is something I do know now without a shadow of a doubt--In great, almost unbearable, suffering, "grief" spaces, God thins the veil just a bit... He provides rainbows in the rain. A way when there is no way in sight. I have never seen the God-head, 3 in 1, more clearly than through the eyes of this horrific tragedy, sword piercing grief, hard pressing suffering. And, yet, somehow through it all I live! All praise, glory, and honor belong to God alone for bringing us through the daily fire that is now our "new" normal.