There were no shooting stars…no wind…not even the sound of crickets chirping. It was silent except for the sound of wailing. "Not again! This can't be happening! I thought we were finally over this mountain. I was always told BAD things happen in threes and this is number four for my house…number six for my squad this month alone. Why God? Why are so many people we love DYING?!? I don't understand! You told me I would speak LIFE in your name. Why not now? I just want out of Swaziland…start a new chapter of this race and leave everything behind me! Oh Lord, there is so much PAIN."
"Be STILL and KNOW that I am God. My LOVE never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on you. You lean not on your OWN understanding. Your life is in the HANDS of the maker of heaven. You give it all to me, TRUSTING that I will make something beautiful out of you. You will climb this mountain with your hands wide open. I am HERE for you and will never forsake you."
"I am still and I know but I still HURT. You are WORTHY of my praise. Thank you Lord for being the God of LOVE, GRACE, and UNDERSTANDING. Thank you for being big enough to take my anger. Thank you for easing my pain and WRAPPING your loving arms around me. Please be with the families that are suffering from these deaths and wrap your loving arms around them as well. Thank you for letting us UNITE as a squad for one another and be able to mourn together as a family. I will PRAISE you for what you have done and what you will do."
As the night continued, the moon began to show its brilliant light…the wind blew a cool, gentle breeze…and the crickets began singing their nightly song. I believe the squad and myself are moving into a new season. A BEAUTIFUL season of REDEMPTION and FREEDOM just like the God we serve.
