It may look like I’m surrounded but I’m surrounded by You…
I wish I knew how to write what I know. I wish I could help ease the pain of other’s with my words. I just wish I knew what to say to the people who I hold dear to my heart.
The last two weeks for me have been busy ones. They have been filled with lunch meetings, text messages, prayers over the phone, and early mornings to my church. There has been a heavy weight on my heart, shoulders, and my spirit. I’ve mourned, I’ve grieved, I’ve had to let go. It’s been a long two weeks.
A passing is a weird thing.
My sister knew what was going through my head when she said, “It’s strange to think that one day someone is there and the next they just aren’t anymore.”
Last week, a close family that I feel is a part of mine lost their father. I lost my Bishop. This week, my mom’s childhood friend lost her eldest son. One was ninety-one and one was twenty-three. Both devastating.
When I was younger, I never understood why my mom would say that her heart-felt heavy. I was spiritually immature and I was too young to comprehend what a heart can feel when it comes to the ones you love, or the way that the spirit/soul is affected by thoughts and feelings. It was so weird to think that, without even knowing, someone can feel someone else’s pain. I understand now.
My heart is heavy this week.
It has been through both of these events. It has as I worked the week of my Bishop’s passing and I aided the family in easing their grief. It is now as I watch a family that I hold dear to my heart mourn with my prayers being shout into the wind. “Overwhelming peace! Strength beyond measure! Jesus, wrap your arms around them and surround them with you love!”
I don’t know if the families that are suffering will read this. I don’t know if my prayers touch them and their hearts. I don’t know anything really.
But I do know that there is a God who knows all. He knows the storms we are facing, He holds us, and He does everything for a reason. We may not know, or want to know, why He let’s us go through these storms of loss and these mourning seasons…But there is a time for happiness and joy will come in the morning.
There is a song that came out recently. And at the beginning of the song the artist says:
The Word says
“For the spirit of heaviness
Put on the garment of praise”
That’s how we fight our battles
The spirit of heaviness captures us in the small and big moments. It sweeps in when we are alone in our rooms and when we are in the midst of 35,000 people at a youth convention. I’ve been there, many of us have. But what we don’t always see is that to break that heaviness there is a garment of praise that you’ve got to put on. That garment may be hard to put on. It may be old and dusty because you haven’t put it on in years. It may be new and tight, you haven’t quite gotten used to it yet and it may feel foreign. Or it may be comfortable and easy to get into because you put it on everyday and you think that because you wear it so often you can get through this storm alone. But the Word says differently.
The only way to get through this storm, to get through this loss, to get through this heaviness you feel is to wrap yourself up in that garment. You don’t have to worry about how that garment looks or when you got the garment because the only way to get through the hard stuff is to praise God for the good stuff. A declaration means a lot and God loves to hear us declare the victory, even before it happens.
This is how WE fight our battles! With praise!
If we praise God for what He is going to do through all of the storms of our life then He was truly take care of us. Believing in HIM and believing in HIS promise for our life is the greatest way to tell your storm and tell the enemy to BACK OFF because we’ve got a fighting spirit and a prayer of praise on our lips! When we have our garment on, there is nothing and no one and no situation that we can’t face because we have the power of Jesus surrounding us!
We claim victory! We claim peace! We claim anointing! We claim His overwhelming presence in our lives!
Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Jesus!
*This blog post is dedicated to the Foster and Marlin families. We can’t replace them or their legacy, but we can carry it with us. Much love and so many prayers.*