Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

"You've Wandered Long Enough" by Russell Kelfer


Somewhere along the journey
When life's hard times get tough,
A still, small voice but whispers,
“You've wandered long enough.”

God understands your “balanced life”
And honors all your zeal,
He knows you love to worship Him
And that your walk is real.

He's seen you in the dark of night
When no one is around,
He's heard you cry out in the night
When no one heard a sound.

He knows that on the surface
You daily bear your cross,
But also knows the compromise
When you might suffer loss.

He loves you; oh, He loves you;
Yet His analysis
Is, “Child, I love you so much...
There's more to life than this.”

“There is a deeper walk with Me
Let's just call Satan's bluff...
Go ahead and say to Me,
‘I've wandered long enough.'

“I want to enter Canaan's gates
With all its plains and lakes,
I want whate'er you have for me;
Oh, God whate'er it takes!

Lead me to that promised land
And may I ne'er return
Give me all there is of Christ
Oh, for that life I yearn!

I've wandered long enough, dear, Lord
I want whate'er I lack,
Whate'er it takes, take Me I pray
And I will ne'er turn back.

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