Inspirational of the Day - Aug 1

Via @karen4aloeglow, I was linked to the following blog "His name was Kenton. He had a Community."

 I don't hear the Hamilton news like I used to, so I didn't realize that a youth from Ancaster had recently, and tragically, died. The blogger is Hannah E. I wasn't sure what to expect if I read it. I was blown away. Two main points leaped off the screen and I had to reread 

them several times.

1. “Why? Where’s the plan or the light in this? Where is there good here? Because this sucks and he is gone and You have him, You are holding him, but I need You to hold me, I need You to hug me like he used to."
2. "But I find what a pastor said to everyone today really helpful. In trying to help students make sense of what was happening, he said for everyone to grieve deeply, because there is nothing wrong with being sad. But he said to make sure we leave room to hear God saying, “I am so sorry that you have to go through this pain, because this is not the way I intended things.” I truly believe that when our hearts break for someone that is close to us, God’s heart breaks with us."

 Everyone grieves for someone at some point in their lives. Kevin and I are moving on from the two miscarriages of this past spring/summer. It is still a sore spot, but it is not a gaping wound like it was. Hannah E.'s words are so appropriate wherever we are in our recovery. Point 1 summarizes my heart's cry to God. "You have my loved one safe and I am relieved in that knowledge, but don't forget about me! They may be at perfect peace with you in heaven, but I am a devastated wreck here on earth. I didn't want to be separated from my love! Why has this happened?"

 Then Point 2 suggests God's answer to that cry. I won't paraphrase or personalize it because it's perfect the way it is. It wasn't God's will for us to lose a friend, family member or spouse. A God of such love wouldn't inflict the pain on us. However, He did scoop them up into His everlasting arms. These same arms reach down to us willing and able to comfort those who mourn.

 I would like to thank the blogger for this post (and Karen for sharing it). God used it as a loving reminder of truth for me. It is a sweet irony that "Hannah" is what Kevin and I planned on naming a daughter because it means "grace and favour." What a double portion of hope.


Please take the time to read this blog. "His name was Kenton. He had a Community."