Let … the … Son … be … your … goal.
Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I felt to share this again and maybe encourage if but one …
Eight years ago, my beautiful mother passed away. Six years ago, my wonderful brother passed away. She was eighty, he was forty-eight. She had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, he had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. Neither knew the Lord when diagnosed. So I say never give up.
So many times during the course of mother’s illness, we would talk about my precious Lord. Her beliefs were scattered though and she loved anything to do with Tibet. Whenever we discussed anything to do with the Bible, she somehow managed to skirt around the topic and the subject was closed. This always happened. She was looking for something and would try anything and listen to anyone about everything. Yes, it’s important to listen to others; but not at the expense of one’s eternal life. Everything seemed like a joke. She would go to church; but was forever questioning, sometimes in the middle of a service (makes me smile now; but quite embarrassing at times).
Her illness stayed in remission for about five years. It returned. In the final couple of weeks, the questions continued. I played beautiful Christian music for her when she could no longer get out of bed. I had the Bible in audio form and jamming the repeat button, played the Psalms for her, just on low; but high enough for her too drink in God’s promises.
My Pastor’s mother visited and the questions, yes they kept coming. Still she was undecided. We showed her a plaque with “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”. Still she questioned. Oh! The questions. The Name of Jesus was highlighted for her in the Scripture verse. No other god, image, idol.
Suddenly the Light began to enter her understanding and I believe it was then, only a few short weeks before she died, that she finally began to stop fighting and accept and be loved by Jesus. He had opened her eyes. She questioned again, but she had changed. God’s love shone through her. She had us throw out a statue on her windowsill. A peace settled on her. On us.
Hospital then the nursing home awaited. Psalm 23 played on and on and on. It was also above her head on a beautifully carved, wooden wall hanging. The Shepherd Psalm filled her very being. She couldn’t escape it.
The day she passed was so sad and yet so peaceful. With her last breaths few and far between, (by now my Father and I believed she had gone), I whispered into her ear that Jesus loved her and so did we. All of a sudden she breathed a great breath. It was such a shock that I jumped back and her bed moved, which was a further shock as I didn’t realize that the brakes weren’t on. Such a beautifully painful death. Yet I witnessed her spirit leave. I sensed it. I sensed her life depart.
Praise God, she is with Him. All of those years causing friction, sadness, questioning, frustrations all accumulated into one glorious ending. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.
So never give up. There is always hope. In every breath, there is hope.
My brother endured months of horrendous treatment and was in ICU for many weeks with only about eight months from diagnosis to final hour. He didn’t believe in God either and conversations between us became somewhat heated at times. Sadness prevailed.
In hospital I would try and once again bring Jesus into the discussions. Not interested. I would pray silently by his bedside when we were the only ones in his room.
Then came the call. I asked his wife to place the phone to his ear. She said he wouldn’t hear me. I spoke lovingly to him of the Lord and prayed desperately for him. All I could hear was laboured breathing. Finishing just as she came back onto the line, I praise God that I was able to witness to him, one last time.
He died. I left him with God. I just didn’t know.
But I never gave up. Nothing is impossible with God.
Yesterday I left the house and this beautiful rose was closed. Petals held tightly in place, with their edges drawn toward the centre. I had no idea of the glory that was to be revealed on my return. Sometimes, life can be so difficult, so intense with emotions cramped in pain that we don’t know how we will ever make it through the minutes, the hours, the days. When will we ever see the sun shine again? When will the joy be released in our hearts? When will we shine? Shine with the love of Jesus.
All in God’s perfect timing. I did nothing. I just left the house and returned; but oh! the miracle of the Lord’s handiwork. Creative beauty unfolding. Too much to absorb.
When He is ready, the reflective light from Jesus in you will shine upon others and because of His amazing grace, you will bloom, others will be blessed and He will be glorified.
But … only when He is ready!
How beautiful the night-time sky
Each star He knows by name
A golden dazzle of blanket spread
No two created the same
So within every painful, darkened trial
There’s a light awaiting to break forth
And you will know, as He’s always known
That your heart has been captured north
© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth
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A BEAUTIFUL STORY
Softly as a pure, white dove,
The snowflakes gently fell,
A little lamb was given us,
On that crisp, winter morn.
And as He grew, new life was found,
Found deep within the earth,
Petals beautifully did spring forth,
And not a blemish spoiled.
Fresh sounds of song rolled off the leaves,
Of fragrance laced with heaven,
And that dear lamb, God’s chosen One,
Was led toward that tree.
The tree of death, the tree of life,
And today this is given thee,
To die with Christ, be born again,
Never again be led astray.
The wondrous Shepherd of mankind,
With grace whispers your name,
Come forth, come forth,
From darkness holding, life begins with Me.
Take My hand and walk beside Me,
Bring your heart to pastures green,
Living waters will cleanse, restore you,
Open the gate that is nailed with My pain,
Your shame is taken,
My love is given,
Silent knocking on your heart no more.
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When tears have dried up; but you’re still in pain, open the floodgates of the reservoir and allow the Living Water to fill the emptiness of your broken heart. Maybe once again.
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Cascading waterfalls of tears in me dwell
And each little tear, I know very well
The tear it holds such pain or delight
And falling they frostily mist my eyesight
Each little tear is a cleanse made in Heaven
And pain, loss and grieving are lovingly given
For each wondrous tear in His bottle is caught
And He always sends joy after tears have been sought
Who else but the Lord knows all of our fears
All of our laughter and all of our tears
Nothing about us is ever unknown
He sends healing tears so new life will be sown
But although He hears us, directs us, leads us
Takes our hand and through turmoil or smiles shields us
Who throughout this glorious creation of His
Ever thinks …… WHO CATCHES THE TEARS THAT HE SHEDS?
Excerpt of ‘Love Is’ from “Fragrance from the Spring”
‘What is this love that Thou bringest forth
To all nations, south, west, east and north
You first lovedst us, of this I am sure
No gift ever given like this, so pure’
‘Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.’
1 John 4:7-10 KJV
New life waiting
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And when hearts thaw
With the love of God
We are clothed with royal robes
And righteous crown
‘Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.’
2 Timothy 4:8 KJV
The Lord impressed upon me this morning how very alone we are if we do not die to self
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‘Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.’
John 12:24 KJV
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Alone and without hope
How alone …
How alone without the Saviour
Friends, people may surround
But aloneness within prevails
And the heartbreaking thing about this is, that those afflicted, are unaware of it and therefore unable to comprehend the reason
… and the turmoil continues
In darkness alone
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But The Light of the world is waiting on the edge of that darkness
(John 9:5b KJV)
Waiting to infiltrate the darkness of life and flood it with life-giving breath
Eternal life awaits
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HE LIVES, WE DIE
The stone which hid, is rolled away
Jesus has risen; we are watching, swaying, and cry
Help us comprehend, dear Lord
He lives, the price, beyond our means was paid
He lives, hallelujah, we live
And because He lives, so must we die
Die to self, it’s our turn now
But all glory, He has blessed us to live in Christ
Surrender all your right to self
Grind emotions, thoughts and plans prepared
Let your Saviour’s power prevail in you
A new creation, tears and repentance succeed
Standing in the power of His mighty, precious Son
Escape the hold of earthly things
And acquaintances that beckon forth
Listen for that soft, small voice in turmoil that unfolds
Jesus calls us, gently leads us
We have no right or hold on the old life
And just as a flower bursts forth with sweet newness
In pain and anguish we are pushed out of hardness
Thank you for a life refreshed
Thank you for a life eternal
Thank you that You died, without surrender
We sing praises to our ever-loving Father
From “Fragrance from the Spring”