Prayers and thoughts of peace to Nigeria after yesterday’s tragedy.
Grief can be a very difficult thing, tricky to navigate and overcome. It is also a reality check.
Over the past month, I have wallowed in pain as I try to face what is the new norm of no mom, no dad.
My siblings and I cling now to Grace to help us walk head held high through the next phases of our lives.
One thing I have realized is that time, as it is expected moves on despite your desire for it to pause… stop.
I also know with certainty and conviction that God is still good, even when my heart hurts… my voice shakes, and the tears fall.
Last week, we gave my dad a most befitting and beautiful home going like he would have wanted. We honored his memory with our entirety supported by Grace.
Good friends and families showed up in ways that left me personally embarrassed. I stood in the midst of the overwhelming love, and asked God why he loved on us this heavily through these good people.
Daddy is no doubt proud and as always content that we loved him in life and death.
My confidence over the next chapter, although the one with my dad in it could never be closed, is that daddy lived well, gave his heart to Jesus again and now he is in Heaven’s rest.
I believe the finality is on this side… we will see him again saved, whole, and finally free. We hold on to this comfort. We hold on firmly to this peace.
Throughout the past week there were things I saw and heard that I wanted to share with him like was our usual interaction… I believe Heaven carried them to him for me.
An old neighbor gave the most beautiful testimony about daddy, things we didn’t even know about. Acts of kindness my dad offered and never spoke of.
My siblings and I will miss him painfully, we already do; but the memories and testimonies of his life help to hold on. God’s peace now strong more than ever will help us to uphold his legacy of love, and oneness. We will stand united together by God’s grace.
To all of our relatives distant and close, great friends and loved ones who supported and loved on us during these times; we owe you a great debt that only Grace can repay.
Your every phone call, messages, gifts, and more is duly noted and forever appreciated.
May your every prayer be met with Heaven’s peace as Jesus shows up for your every need. Amen!
May your end be better, sweeter, and far more glorious than your beginning. Amen!
God honor, bless, and lift you up in Jesus name. Amen.
Daddy, such joy to have known you and being your children in life and even now when you are gone. We love you without concern.
I lay here in my bed thoughts of Alton Sterling’s death playing in my mind.
Nights like this bring so many questions to mind… Questions that can never be answered… Or truly understood.
I contemplate faith… Grace… And a good God.
I was born a Christian, and endeavor to live as such. I am born again although I question that all the time.
Weary nights, and disheartening events like the repeated killings of young black men cause me to ponder on the notion of a good God.
A good God, and the beliefs that pertain to him were brought to the shores of Africa by the same people who constantly seek to oppress us… And I wonder how they can tell us about a God so pure…so good…so true…yet seek to destroy us… How can this God allow them?
Faith runs ahead of me many times, and leaves me contemplating…
Tonight as I approach the cross roads of pain and hurt… I find myself at the corner of disappointment and disdain… I ask this good God to come to the rescue of the oppressed… The ones who we have been told are also created in His image