When I was a kid I would get so scared of dying. I would get all worked up, crying uncontrollably. The devil worked hard to seize me in fear.
I spent many, many years praying against this paralyzing fear. I knew it wasn’t from God. I knew this fear was stuck in my mind. But the Bible says God has given us peace and a sound, and well balanced mind. I would pray that scriptures with all that I could!
On the outside, it might look like I was failing. I never had a serene, warm glow on the matter. But, it wasn’t paralyzing me anymore. When we pray, sometimes our answers take time, years, and unwaivering, unyielding faith that God will do what he said he will do. We can’t see the devil’s war against us. We can’t see the angels fighting on our behalf, the spiritual warfair that happens while our fight is to keep our faith and our hope. When we stay faithful, we win. God always wins. And we need to always hold on to that love.
Two very important people in my life have left, four weeks apart from each other. Aside from the emotions that roll around like a wave at times; I have peace. Death doesn’t paralyze me now. The devil lost that battle. My Grandma loved Jesus. Her light and her love were deeply rooted in her faith. And my Marky, after we’ve been praying for that man for over 30 years, accepted Jesus before going home. How can I be sure? God’s peace. Mark calling out Jesus in love. My Mom’s peace. I’ll see him again, and I’ll ask that stubborn, stubborn man why he took so long! But, I’ll tell him that I’m so happy he is there in Heaven and that he accepted God’s love while he had the chance.
Tonight I am thankful for the promise of God’s love. I am thankful for peace. I am thankful I’ll see those two again. And I’m thankful that God loves us, he forgives us, and he really celebrates when we accept his love for us. ❤

