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I was thinking about my life, all the years passed. I reflected on the loss and heartache, the traumas and pain; the losing of my children and the hopes and dreams that died. I remembered aunts and uncles and grandparents that suddenly weren't there. All the effort I put in as a nurse, all the people I met and said goodbye to. I glimpsed at my childhood play and the long days in the sun or running over a snow-covered field with no cares for the years of anguish-tainted joy yet to come. And I spent most of those years in a Far Country, angry at God, angry that my lot had been dealt so unfairly, angry at every hurt and every paper-cut, blaming God for even the least of slights. 6 weeks ago a wave of overwhelming love and sadness and anguish and joy and tenderness and comfort and forgiveness rocked me inside and a sentence appeared in my head: "Shaun, come Home" I realized, like I really didn't know otherwise, that throughout all those long-ago moments of light and dark, Father and Son and Spirit watched me with an aching Love as I screamed and kicked and hated and, patiently, He whispered in the silence of my mind: it doesn't matter, just come Home. Since then, knowing exactly where that voice came from and to whom it belongs, I've been on a mission to return to the Love and Light of Our Friend Jesus, who is God. Today, the days of rain having finally stopped, I sat in the garden and read Ecclesiastes and, well, I'm still crying now; I know that everything was always in God's loving and tender care, and at the End of Everything, He remains and calls us Home, to rest.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die...A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
For the past two years I have been pleading for my Heavenly Father to let me in. I don't understand how not being healed brings glory to God. By Jesus' stripes I am healed but where is the manifestation of being healed?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die...A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Jesus, I Trust In You
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