Word of God speak
Would you pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
To be still and know
That you're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In your holiness
Word of God speak
I am sitting in my office on Sunday morning after telling myself all day Saturday that there are no words I could possibly write that would help those who are hurting today. On an early morning drive, I believe God gave me the song cited above.
His words are so much better than anyone else’s. Even as I pray that He would speak through me to write the rest of these words, He tells me that His words are those that bring comfort. Even knowing that is true, I wrestle some with it, because I remember the moments after my own recent loss, and how there were no words that helped me, not even His.
That is, until I gave in, lowered my defenses, and let them wash over me.
In the midst of pain, we sometimes put up our guards, tell ourselves we have to be tough, we have to be strong, we have to get through the crisis. Looking back, I wish that I had surrendered to the pain and let the Words of my Father pour over me, right from the very beginning.
His Word says, ““Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
He says, “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”
And, “I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
The very Word of God speaks to us in our worst pain, our worst grieving, and we pray and hope that those who are in the midst of their worst darkness would let the words seep through their pain and reach their hearts.
I have often asked Him why things happen. Many days there have been that it was impossible to see Him, or hear Him working.
When people are asked to endure the kind of pain that families in our community today have been asked to endure, there is a need. That need is not so much external, like meals, or flowers or cards, the need is something inside. Those that are hurting today need a compassion that can really only come from one place.
It is my prayer this morning that Reagan’s family can find a way to feel that compassion in the coming days. It doesn’t really make the pain go away, the pain and loss will always be there, but it will soften it just enough to allow them to survive it.
As I write this, we need to remember also Tom Works, and his family. Works lost so much more than just a home last week, he lost his wife. On top of that, he has spent his nights and days sitting at a hospital bed, watching as his young son fought for his life. Little Cam Works is doing better today. The prayers of thousands upon thousands are being heard, and a daddy sees the power of Jesus working in his son.
There are fundraisers planned for both families. There is a gofundme underway for Reagan’s family. You can find it at Please give if you can. There are also fundraisers planned for Todd and his family. A car show is being put together for November, and this coming Saturday, there will be an event out at DeLaughter’s in Maud. I urge you to search your heart, bake a cake, give some money, do whatever the Lord leads you.
Ecclesiastes tells us that there is a season for everything under the sun. There is a time to mourn, and we all mourn together as a community. We mourn for the young mother lost, we mourn for the unborn child, and we mourn for the family as they find their way through the darkest days of their lives.
I would like to leave you with this. On one of the darkest days of His life, in the aftermath of the death of His dearest friend and brother…Jesus wept. Surrounded by friends that He loved so much, in the middle of their grief and tears, He cried along with them. Jesus wept.
Let us all take the time to weep. If the Son of God can weep, so can we, and we should. I pray all of the tears being shed bring this community together and we forget the isolation of a pandemic and hold each other close.
In our tears, we find compassion.