To my dear family,
As I continue on this race,
I am being stripped, broken, and refined. I am confident in where I am, and
that God has certainly brought me here with purposes most likely greater than I
can understand. However, in moments like these, when my heart is hurting to be
with you, it is difficult.
It seems that despite our
greatest efforts, we can never be prepared for death. Dad informed me on my
birthday of Uncle Chunk’s critical status. Despite that information, I was not
prepared for the information Darby delivered three days later. A life lost.
This loss creates a cavern in my heart so deep that my face and body cannot
conceal it. My vulnerability has been exposed, as yours has too.
Whether you know God’s power
or not, I am sure you are at least familiar with the devil’s power. As our most
vulnerable parts are exposed, the devil tries to use it against us. Guilt and
blame become predominant, leading the enemy’s attack. We must recognize these
for what they are: lies. When we are wounded, the devil tries to kick us while
we are down, but we must recognize God extending his hand to help us up, rather
than let the devil prevail with cheap shots. God is not to blame for this loss.
You are not to blame either. The devil is a master of deception, holding a
mirror up to our faces when we start to see him for what he is.
We are but men, of who the
devil and death have reign over. Fortunately, there is a hope for us. Even the
harshest attacks of the enemy on our hearts cannot reach the deepest parts of
our being when we claim them as God’s dominion. My heart hurts, but I know that
God is there, warring for me against the lies of the devil. And this is why,
even in the face of death, even as I cry more than I have ever cried, even as
an ocean separates us, I am comforted.
So wherever this letter
finds you, know that comfort is also available to you. We may not be together,
but God is with each of us. And since God loves you so much more than even I
do, I know you’re in good hands.
We will be okay.
I love you so much.
Peace ><>,
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My
soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. He
alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will never be
shaken. -Psalm 62:1-2
