Our first guest has been the greatest spiritual influence in my life. Her walk with the Lord is evident in her every day life and I couldn't think of a better person to start out this series than....my own mother! Bloggers, meet my wonderful mom, Jean!
Isn't she beautiful!
HE IS WORTHY
What did I do when I was told on May 24, 2000, that my husband had pancreatic cancer and only had six months to a year to live? I was in shock for a while. I can remember walking down the halls of the hospital numb. My mind was blank. All I could remember thinking is the word CANCER. CANCER. How can that be? That only happens to others. Certainly not to someone I know and love. This is not really happening. They made a mistake. After reality hit, I cried. I begged God to heal him. When I realized it was God's will to take him home to glory, all the Scripture I memorized came flooding back to my mind. (It is so important to read your Bible on a daily basis and memorize Scripture. You can't claim the promises if you don't know what they are.)
What did I do? I had a choice to make. All the notes I took when I was sitting under preaching and teaching of the word of God were either going to be real to me or I was going to close my ears to any further teaching and preaching and turn my back on God. All the Scripture I memorized was either going to be tossed out the window, or I was going to have to believe what God was saying was true and that I could totally put my trust in Him. I chose to trust Him. I clung to Proverbs 3:5-6 “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths.” It was easier to trust Him then to lean on my own understanding. What did I do? I claimed the promise that His grace is sufficient. (II Cor. 12:9).
On Sunday, the 28th of January, 2001, my husband took his last breath and was standing before his Savior. The One he preached about. The One he told others about. My husband was no longer in pain. On January 28th, my Savior was right there with me, comforting me, loving me, bringing His Word to my mind. Have there been rough times since then? Of course, but I chose to continue loving the Lord and praising Him because He is worthy to be praised. I did not bury Christ when I buried my husband. I went on living and continue living day by day with a wonderful Saviour, Jesus Christ, who told me He would never leave me nor forsake me. His abundant grace, comfort, and mercy are able to get me through the pilgrimage He has chosen for me.
May this day, and every day, be a day of worshipping and praising our Savior. He is worthy.