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living beyond my grief

I really can not believe that it is nearly 6 months
Since our precious little angel went to be with the lord
I miss her so much .....We all do.
Loosing a loved one is really hard and difficult
And some days I so want to close my eyes,open them
And have everything return back to normal
I want to see my baby smile and sing back to me
Some nights I turn and toss in bed praying that God
Would fill the void in my heart and answer all my unmuttered
Questions
Some days I cry with no tears falling..other days my heart just aches

I look back and I can truly say that for every time my heart has bled
God has been there to steady my heart...He understands that it is ok to grieve
And I constantly feel his love and his word urging me on.
God has said he would help me through this 
and I acknowledge that I need every bit of his help and grace.

 I recently spoke to an aquintance who is still grieving the loss of a loved one after 3 years
And my heart was filled with so much compassion for her..and pity..
pity not because she had no right to grieve 
but pity because there is a time to grieve and a time to heal( Eccl 3:4)
I know everyone grieves differently and in their on time..and I also know that time heals
All wounds only if you let it.
Grief can consume you if you let..That is why God promises
joy in exchange for a spirit of heaviness.
And after I observed and listened to her,
I was thankful for the hope and joy that knowing God brings to me,
I am amazed how even in the midst of turmoil and pain God can give
You hope and peace..if you trust and obey.
And I made a strong resolve in my heart
To continue to live beyond my grief.To not allow life slip by..but to let my grief fuel me 
To move me to love my family hard and love well all that God has given me.
And daily..I find reasons to rejoice...to smile through my tears
To continue to trust especially when nothing makes sense.
I remind myself of the goodness of God and my heart finds a reason to sing.

 I am not there yet..but I am joyfully making progress
And I want to encourage you...
If for any reason you have experienced loss in your life
Be it a loved one..an aborted dream/vision,a failed Marriage or even a Priced Possession
Grieve but don't stay down..give your aches and pain to the lord and let him
Help you..Let God give you peace and beauty for Ashes.
I decree in the name of Jesus that there shall be no more loss
And affliction would not arise a second time.in Jesus name.Amen
If you believe this wipe your tears..and get up
Decide to Live again,to smile again and Hope again.

Not saying it is going to be easy but there is grace for the road
Ahead,just don't stay down...
be encouraged.
God bless you.



Ps *if you know someone who needs this please be a blessing...share***





Comments

Umoh Ekpenyong said…
God bless you Stella Agwor,indeed there is always light@ the end of the tunnel. Your Joy will be full. Thanks for this piece, God bless you darling!!!
14 October 2013 at 00:35
Stella Agwor said…
amen dear sis...our joy shall indeed be full in Jesus name..God bless you dear.
14 October 2013 at 10:29
Unknown said…
It is well dear, the best is yet to come
15 October 2013 at 08:01
Unknown said…
very impactful
15 October 2013 at 13:56
Unknown said…
A very inspiring piece to encourage all those who have lost something along life's journey....
15 October 2013 at 13:58
Anonymous said…
Stella dear, it is not easy grieving and i can relate to it. But alway know that God is up to something better...mm God has made me a proud mother of triplets and he will never fail in urs...keep having faith. Maryfrances xoxo!
15 October 2013 at 18:43
Stella Agwor said…
Amen Sir,God is faithful,thank you and God's blessings..
16 October 2013 at 11:02
Stella Agwor said…
Thank you dear Mfoniso for reading and commenting..many blessings.
16 October 2013 at 11:03
Stella Agwor said…
Hmmm....I believe God's word concerning me dear...He would fulfill every word He has promised..I tap into your testimony dear..I receive double portion..I shall come back to testify..congratulations again darln...and thank you so much for encouraging me with your testimony..Bless you sis..love to the family.
16 October 2013 at 11:06
Unknown said…
So sad so grieving but so joyous so hopeful when we look ahead to the promises of God. Relax, relaunch, rejoice for The Lord has a wonderful package for you.
18 October 2013 at 12:15
Stella Agwor said…
Amen...thank you so much for reading and commenting..God would indeed make our joy full.God bless you sir..love to your lovely family.
18 October 2013 at 14:29
Unknown said…
Four months by...tears flowed yesterday when I remembered my late dad.Am still grieving,but I'm up.H.O.P.E must still be maintained...God bless you for this inspiring piece,I'm encouraged
18 October 2013 at 15:53
Stella Agwor said…
It is well dear Chris ...my heart totally understands where you are at..God would continue to console and comfort you..I hold on to all the fun and wonderful memories I have of my daughter that keeps me going..stay up my dear..you are not alone...lots of love my dear my brother .
18 October 2013 at 17:20
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