but to hand it up to God.
still, it weighs heavy on my heart.
the tornadoes that have ripped across the country
in the past months have been horrendous,
unlike any in the past.
but the latest, in joplin, missouri hit too close to home.
i have been trying to process this for days
as i remain riveted to the news in heavy prayer
that many more survivors will be found
or confirmed safe in another location.
but those victories are overshadowed by
the news of those lost in the storm.
and the children.
oh Dear, Sweet Lord.
the children that are with Him are healed
and are seated at His feet.
these little ones, so fresh to the world will be rewarded.
i can be certain of their eternal life in Heaven
because when Jesus presented the Beatitudes, He promised that
“God blesses those whose hearts are pure,
for they will see God.”
there is so much grief in these towns.
it hangs in the air like a fog that cannot be lifted.
so many people searching desperately for an explanation.
God will allow us to understand what He knows
we can handle.
on the day that we ascend to Heaven,
all that is unseen on the earth will be visible to us.
it was likened to embroidery in a poem by an unknown author.
from underneath, the strands of thread are
jumbled, tangled, and seemingly make no sense.
but from above a beautiful picture graces the eyes.
when our time on earth is through,
God will allow us to see His work
and all of our questions will be answered.
these tragedies did not happen because of the actions
of any person or group of people as the abusers of The Word purport.
when Jesus heals a blind man in the book of John,
He testifies that the man’s blindness
was not caused by the sins of anyone,
“but so the power of God could be seen in him.”
though it does not heal the loss or alleviate the inconsolable grief,
surviving times like these gives us
the gift of grace that others may not be afforded.
it is such despairing moments, that remind us
how much we need Him every. single. moment.
without darkness, there can be no light.
and in these the darkest of times,
God shines His light on those
who seek Him to give solace and peace
while praying just before his betrayal by Judas Iscariot,
Jesus asked God to change His plan.
in the same instance,
Jesus felt pulled to see his Father’s will be done (Luke 22:42).
Jesus, Our Lord and Savior, struggled with His own death
despite the knowledge that
it was for the salvation of His people.
it was for the salvation of His people.
reassurance came through knowing that it was
all a part of God’s plan for the world.
if Jesus struggled so much with his own demise,
can you imagine the pain that envelopes His Heart right now?
glad is He that these precious souls have joined Him in everlasting life.
but there is heart-wrenching sadness in how it happened.
God heard the cries of the frightened children
and the wounded parents.
He didn’t ignore or abandon them,
but was holding them in His Hand.
God’s will is not for anyone to suffer,
but to grow stronger in faith so that it is proven
that we are worthy of the Kingdom of God.
lost in the sea of sorrow, it’s difficult to hear
His voice beckoning us towards His open arms.
He wants to wipe away our tears.
He wants to mend our hearts.
He wants to assure us that we will heal.
when my son becomes upset with me
because things do not go as he planned,
he still allows me to be there.
to rock him.
to shush his cries.
to make it all better.
all that he knows is that mommy is holding him.
and that’s enough.
we must strive to seek that levelof comfort in the Lord.
Jesus told us in the Sermon on the Mount,
“God blesses those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.” (Matthew 5:4).
this doesn’t mean that we will wake up one morning
and forget that someone we loved has been lost.
rather, this is a promise that when we join our Heavenly Father,
the sadness of this world will be wiped away by
His amazing love
God sent part of Himself, His only Son to the world
with the intent that He would die on the cross.
but His plan was not completed with the death of Christ.
it still unfolds like endless ripples
from a rock tossed into a pond.
there are not always answers, for we only see one side of things.
like a child trusts her parents to hold her hand across the street,
we must hold fast the the Hand of the Lord.
we must trust God with everything that has happened, as well as everything that will happen.
Our Tornado Story by Danielle Otto Stammer
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