{"id":1477,"date":"2015-12-07T13:21:00","date_gmt":"2015-12-07T19:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mypeacezone.com\/oh-tidings-of-comfort-and-joy-2\/"},"modified":"2019-02-18T10:05:11","modified_gmt":"2019-02-18T16:05:11","slug":"oh-tidings-of-comfort-and-joy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mypeacezone.com\/?p=1477","title":{"rendered":"Oh Tidings of Comfort and Joy!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Day 341 of Photo Inspirations — Oh Tidings of Comfort and Joy
\nFrom first hand experience, I know that this time of year can cause painful memories of a loved one’s parting.  My Dad passed away on December 17th when I was 15 years old, and my Sweetheart passed away on November 16th.  But rather than coddling you and telling you “Just go ahead and be depressed and sad.  You owe it to yourself to feel that way,” I just won’t, because I know how God has taken me through these times with a garment of praise instead of a spirit of heaviness.  We really have choice in how we live our lives — knowing the abundant life that is ours because of Christ’s birth, or submitting to the “dark side” of woe and despair.  For those reasons, I’m providing how God gave me the LIGHT, instead of the darkness, and how sweet it is to live this way.  Please read the following blog that I posted in 2010, upon the arrival back home for the first time after my Sweetheart had passed away and his funeral.  It’s lengthy, but I promise you — the precious promises I found during that time may be the comfort you need today.   I pray it brings you good tidings of comfort and joy. <\/p>\n

“Arriving back to theTulsa Airport after being away for a week after my Sweetheart’s funeral, I thought about the changes that I was about to face \u2013 not with fear, but just pondering. As I walked through the gate from the jetway, I immediately began to think about how my previous arrivals to the Tulsa Airport had been. I remembered how my Honey would tell me he\u2019d just meet me at baggage claim, but he never did. He would always find a hiding place in the waiting area, where passengers would leave the airline gates, and as I walked through the security door, he\u2019d pop out behind a post or the crowd, and with open arms, grab and kiss me, and let me know how much I\u2019d been missed. He always looked so handsome, dressed so fine, and smelled so good. I\u2019d think \u201cThat\u2019s MY man!\u201d In the car, he\u2019d always have a single rose on the console, soft music playing, and give me another \u201cwelcome home\u201d hug and kiss. Our travel home would be me, non-stop, telling about the adventures of keeping the grandkids or some other very important reason that would take me away for a few days. Then arriving at home, the house would smell so good (he always made sure it was clean from top to bottom), and soft music would be playing. But, I knew…..tonight, would be different.<\/p>\n

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My eyes welled up in tears as, this time, he didn\u2019t surprise me. He wasn\u2019t waiting or hiding as he had always been before. But, then\u2026.what to my wandering and teary eyes would appear\u2026.as I walked out to baggage claim, but my two \u201cTulsa\u201d grandkids — running to me with open arms and screaming, \u201cNana, Nana! We made you cards and presents! Did you bring us something?\u201d Oh, sweet and great distraction from my previous thoughts! Getting into the car, they excitedly displayed their \u201cWelcome Home\u201d handmade cards and ice cream stick creations \u2013 one to hold my pens and pencils, a drink coaster and ice cream stick crosses. They were little chatter boxes all the way home, and at my home, my kids made sure the lights were brightly burning, soft music was playing\u2026..and the house was so clean and smelled so good. Of course, Nana brought them gifts that gave them even more excitement. Oh, how my Heavenly Father gave me exactly what I needed, once again \u2013 \u201cgood tidings of comfort and joy\u201d that comes from a loving Father in the form of the purity of two little children who love me so much.<\/p>\n

Once again, I was reminded of God\u2019s blessings to me and how much I have to be grateful for \u2013 the most of which is that my Honey is basking in the presence of God, free of pain and living in perpetual celebration. Dear friends and family members have e-mailed me, sent me cards or called me to express their best wishes and I continue to respond that I have been and continue to be wrapped in a blanket of peace and I choose to stay there….in that Secret Place of the Most High — abiding in the shadow of the Almighty. Also, my promise in Isaiah 26:3 that says, “You will keep him (Donna) in perfect peace, whose mind (Donna’s mind) is stayed on you: because he (Donna) trusts in you.”<\/p>\n

Of course, I have waves of emotions — when I see his pictures, his clothes, the fingerprints of his life all over this home — most assuredly, I miss him beyond words….but that doesn’t say I’m going to allow myself one moment of grief (definition: deep mental anguish, as that arising from bereavement) or sorrow (definition — mental suffering or pain caused by injury, loss, or despair). Both of those words talk about “mental” suffering. I refuse to go there. No, I\u2019m not in denial. I\u2019m in that “secret place\u201d of the Most High \u2013 abiding under the shadow of the Almighty (Psalm 91:1). I have a choice \u2013 to be in sorrow and grief \u2013 or to celebrate each day that God gives me. I choose to open the windows wide \u2013 to listen to joyful Christmas music \u2013 to shine the Christmas lights brightly — to laugh with my grandchildren while making gingerbread cookies — to call a friend and encourage them \u2013- to raise my voice in song, especially singing, \u201cGod is so good\u201d. I will finish strong! I will be a conqueror!<\/p>\n

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Yes, now I know, from first hand experience, what it means to have a loved one in so much pain; I know what it is to have to deal with financial issues; I know what it is to have a loved one “go home”; I know what it is to not know what tomorrow holds. I am living it and walking through it, and, I can tell you….living in that place of peace — taking one day at a time, and above all, knowing my Father will take good care of me \u2013 is the place to be. He promised it and I choose to believe it.<\/p>\n

I purpose to live out my faith with joy instead of sorrow, dancing instead of mourning, wearing a garment of praise instead of a spirit of heaviness. It is a reality of Christ’s redemptive work on Calvary. And here\u2019s the real deal\u2026I can look Death in the face and declare — “Oh Death, where is your sting? Oh Grave, where is your victory? Thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.\u201d I Corinthians 15:55,57.<\/p>\n

Yes, at this beautiful time of the year\u2026we can all sing the words \u201cGod Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, let NOTHING you dismay, remember Christ, our Savior, was born on Christmas Day, Oh tidings of comfort and joy!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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