A Short Book
Post 185
After an early morning walk on the Little Cove Transformer route, where once again not a single interesting thing happened, I came home and read straight through a short book that W3 lent me yesterday.
This book, called Tracks of a Fellow Struggler, by John Claypool, was the compilation of four sermons he'd given in the 1970s over a time when his young daughter was diagnosed with, then died of leukemia after a couple periods of remission. The final sermon was actually three and a half years after she passed away.
One takeaway is that I realize again that I never got angry at God for calling Mo home, and I don't think I will, but who knows? In my mind, this world belongs to the Evil One for his allotted amount of time, so bad things really are expected and are the norm. He pointed out, and I also believe, that therefore every good thing that happens is actually the gift and the blessing in this terrible world.
I had already integrated that knowledge into my life before Morgan died, but not necessarily my actions on a consistent basis. I didn't treat her like the gift she was much of the time. I didn't treat many others like they are gifts either. It's not that I was a terrible person, I was just distracted with the mundane, which the Father of Lies made me think was NOT mundane. But I know better now, and I think I've already done better with others since she passed on, and I believe the lesson will never be forgotten because I feel differently now. I'm not the same.
But I do recommend the book and thank W3 for thinking of me. I'm tired tonight and the Blah's are threatening. I'm going to pray for a good Morgan dream that I can remember when I wake up. It's been a while.
Thinking about all my regular readers in East Texas with your mega heat wave! I hope your power stays on!
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
James 1:17 NIV
Hey lady. I understand you not ever getting angry with God because I’ve never gotten angry with God for taking Kerri and Hunter. Sometimes I think it would be easier on me if I did because it might take away some of the pain. Then I tell myself it isn’t God’s fault, it was there plan/life from the beginning and where they’re at now, Heaven, is so much a better place then here. No more pain or tears.
From this ET reader the weather is fine. Alabama gets hot too. It’s summer in the south. As our closing prayer was happening this morning, thundered boomed and the rain came. It was glorious. The temp dropped to 77. Glorious day here. Praying still my friend. We meet them as well. Radiation and chemo coming soon for my husband. Scares me so. Reading The School of Christ helps.