WHEN QUESTIONS ARISE

January 29, 2016

hello, it's me--how are you?

can you hear me?
my mind is thinking:
when space separates us...
the sun rises and sets repeatedly...
the sound of silence surrounds me like fresh fallen snow.
PrayingIn these times I hold my breath and wonder--
will there always be a chasm such as this in life...
a divide no one can bridge..?
filled with questions no one will answer?
leaving heartache none comprehends?
My heart answers, "No; it won't always be this way."
Someday...when life moves on to the other side of darkness, misunderstandings, and tears,
the Savior will meet me;
He'll take my hand and lead me out of the abyss of pain, sadness and wretched quiet--the prison of neglect.
No longer will the thief of joy reign.
No longer will the sorrow of broken relationships smother laughter.
No longer will abandonment cling to my soul, nor fear beat its constant drum.
For the King of kings will wipe away the tears...
pain will cease and sorrow will be no more.
It's then the great divide between earth and perfect love will meet at home forever, and there will be no need to say "hello" or ask "how are you anymore". The sting is gone.
~hariette petersen, 2016

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August 02, 2007

WHEN ANSWERS COME HARD

Brookswing She's a very pensive child.  Thinks deep like her daddy.  Always asking questions.  Hard questions.

This time she asked if I'd ever heard her daddy say he wanted to die at age 32.  I told her no.  Her daddy wanted to live and had lots he wanted to do.

Her daddy was excited about what God was doing in his life at the time of his death.  I'd received an email from him just 4 days before that said so many things were happening he didn't even know how to begin telling me.  He was happy about life.  He wasn't happy with the time he was allowed to see his daughters~~he wanted more time~~but he was content with the Lord's provision and grace.

No.  Her daddy didn't want to die.  It was not part of his thinking.  But obviously it was part of hers.

Someone had told her that her daddy had wanted to die at age 32--that he didn't want to live to be old.  I asked her how she felt about that.  She said, "It makes me feel like Daddy didn't love me.  If he didn't want to live, then he didn't want to be around me."

I assured her that her daddy loved her beyond comprehension.  We talked about the times they shared before he died.  The joy she felt.

Why would someone tell a 9 year-old girl her deceased father, who died in a tragic accident, wanted to die?   What sense does this make?  What good does it do?  What harm will it produce in her emotional development and stability?  Unanswerable questions.

Grief produces enough questions, enough whys.  Why add to the confusion, the heartache and pain with things which do not help to heal, comfort or strengthen?

Pastors, counselors, friends and family, I implore you to tell your congregations, your friends and family to swallow such information.  Even if it is true.  If you love someone, you won't want to hurt them with minuetia that harms them.    selahV

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  • Why I write here:
    I needed a place to share the feelings and thoughts that come to my mind from time to time about losing my son. I hope that by my words someone may find comfort in their own journey with loss. I cannot say I understand your loss, for I have not lost the person you have. I have lost my son. The void in my heart will remain till I see him again. But God has been so faithful in giving me the grace to live, to love, and to find joy in precious memories. hariette petersen

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    It doesn't have to be a monster at your door keeping you awake. It doesn't have to be a thief with a gun. It doesn't have to be an approaching tornado, or a rising river. It doesn't even have to be an attack on your heart, nor a life-threatening disease. Terrors in the night are anything that robs you of peace. They may waken you with a dream. Like a thunder crash or lightning flash. They chase your thoughts from place to place and whisper words of accusation. They keep sleep in a chokehold and will not let you rest. They remind you of your failings. They taunt you with doubt and offer futility and hopelessness with situations you are facing. Terrors in the night. They are real. Yet... "You shall not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor of the arrow ( the evil plots and slanders of the wicked) that flies by day, nor of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor of the destruction and sudden death that surprise and lay waste at noonday." Psalm 91:5,6. "You shall not be afraid." Why? "Because you have made the Lord your refuge, and the Most High your dwelling place." Ps. 91:9 I have a little secret that helps me get back to sleep in the midst of a dark night of demonic attack and oppression. Whenever that happens to me, and I am not a stranger to the realms of darkness enveloping my mind and trying to crush my spirit, I go to the Word. Literally. I take my Bible and I lay it upon my chest and pray. I cling to the Word and all the promises within it that may not even be clear in my mind. I begin to pray for others who have difficulties. I pray for missionaries in foreign lands who face incredible dangers. I pray for pastors under attack. I pray for battered wives, and bereaved mothers. I pray for anyone and everyone the Lord calls to my mind. For He has given His angels charge over me to accomplish and defend and preserve me in all my ways of obedience and service. (Ps.91:11) I feel the pleasant pressure of my Bible against my heart and know that God is all-sufficient to meet my needs and those of ones I love and have committed unto His care. And then I sleep. selahV [copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]
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