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Hear my cry O God, Give heed to my prayer.

From the end of the earth I call to Thee

When My heart is faint;

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.

For Thou hast been a refuge for me,

A tower of strength against the enemy.

Let me dwell in Thy tent forever;

Let me take refuge in the shelter of Thy wings.

~Psalm 61:1-4

Good morning dear sister,

The Lord woke us up and has made this day for us! Let us be glad and give thanks to Him!

Many of us are shocked, bewildered and saddened by the sudden and unexpected death of one of our brothers. Even when our relatives and friends are ‘full of years’ and have lived a fruitful life, it is always sad for those who remain behind.

But think about that concept of remaining behind for a moment. The Lord has called one of His own to Himself in Glory! We remain behind because we have not yet fulfilled the days that God has ordained for us. 

We grieve because we will miss him and all that he gifted us with his presence and talents, but the Lord offers us counsel to seek Him and He will gift us with His healing comfort, peace and everlasting love.

The psalmist cries out, “I call to Thee when my heart is faint! Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!” That Rock in which we find shelter from the storm, the Rock where we are protected from overwhelming grief. When we put our trust in God, He will keep us on solid ground. This reminds me of an old hymn, 

                          “It is Well with my Soul” 

  • When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well with my soul.

    • Refrain:
      It is well with my soul,
      It is well, it is well with my soul.

  • Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

  • My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

  • For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

  • But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
    Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

  • And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.

Although our brother has left us, we can rejoice that he is with the Lord! Let us who remain continue to be faithful in our walk and trust so that, some day, we may join all of our brethren, along with the psalmist in singing praise to the Lord forever! Hallelujah!

May the Lord bless you and keep you in His peace, keep loving Jesus and moving forward, dear sister!

With love, your sister, Celeste

  • It is Well with my Soul ~ Horatio G Spafford 1873