I have some friends who are dealing with deaths in their family—some of them, multiple. Death hit close to home this year. I lost an uncle who was the pillar of our “Pender” family based in Kansas City. In the past, I greatly feared death. In 2006, the loss of a young man I knew in passing tore through my fears like a hurricane. I mourned the death of this child as if he were my very own. Baffled by the depth of my tears and depression for weeks on end, I cried myself to sleep each night asking, “Lord, why—why him—why this son?”
The weight of my grief drove me into depression. I asked others to pray for me. My breakthrough came as I lay silently crying one night: Death is a Given—Accept it & Make Peace with it. God is the only one with power over it! And, BOOM, there it was! Yet, to totally break the yoke of the fear these words followed: God gave you children for a time and a purpose, just as He gave HIS SON for a time and a purpose?
My peace with death doesn’t mean I don’t sorrow for the lost. It means I take comfort in God’s arms and acknowledge this truth: “For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.” (Romans 14:8); and it will play out to the very end.
Today, I am sharing an excerpt from my first book, My Soul Cries… Holy, Holy, Holy, that I hope will give a new perspective on dealing with death.