Tuesday, July 26, 2011

In the Eye of the Storm, God Brings Peace

I have had a horrific year of mourning over the loss of my precious father, as I know my mother and brother and all who knew and loved him have had as well. He went home to be with the Lord last fall after a two and a half year battle with cancer. Nothing in life can prepare you for this intense loss. I have had waves of good days, remembering all of the wonderful years spent with this incredible father, husband, and man of God and I've had days of extreme sadness, loneliness, and sorrow, realizing my time spent with my dad on this earth is over.

His funeral was a spectacular tribute to this great man. I was deeply moved by the awesome respect given him by all who participated and attended.
I know I have the hope of an eternity spent in Heaven with dad one day and for that, I am truly grateful. I don't wish him to be back here on this earth wracked with pain and suffering. He no longer hurts, he no longer cries in agony ...he is experiencing the kind of joy I can only imagine.


I'm so happy for you daddy!!

Today, I listened to another amazing story. I'd like to share it with you:


What a precious soul with beautiful faith and love in the Almighty God!

Here is the follow up story by his wife...


In the midst of the storm, God offers a peace and tranquility to weather the difficult times. As a beautiful, desert flower displays its spender, God allows tremendous good to emerge out of the tumultuous abyss to bless the lives of others.

I will forever and for always miss my dad while on this earth. But, I'm eternally grateful God gifted me with a glimpse of how special my relationship is with my Abba Father by giving me an earthly father-daughter relationship that was nearly perfect in every way. I have been blessed richly! To God be the glory ...GREAT things He hath done!




My mom read the book Heaven by Randy Alcorn to my father as he was fighting for his life. They said God used this work of art to give them a spectacular picture of their eternal home ...perhaps it will touch your life in a similar way.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi there! It's Scott, again.
It was mentioned to me that I am missed as far as commenting here is concerned. Let me tell you that was one of the greatest compliments I have received in a long time!
So, as a comment, Marisa, let me say, again, that I knew your father, but not as well as I would have liked to. He was an amazing man, and I think God gives us those types of people off and on so that we can see how wonderful it can be.
I spend a lot of time looking around now. My stroke has taught me many things. I am still working on my book, currently titled: "How my Stroke Saved my Life". It has really hit home that we are only here for a certain number of days and that, if we waste them all, then we have wasted what God gave us. Your father seldom wasted anything. Because of that, I know him to be a great person and will always think of him that way. I don't believe that we should never waste a moment, nor that we should not have any fun. Life is continually moving and changing. I believe it is our ability to see that and merge with life while keeping an eye on the spiritual that helps determine how successful we are in life. I have a newer understanding of that now, and I look forward to my future successes as I see the world a bit differently (with a little of that because of knowing your Dad).

Marisa and Brittany said...

Scott,

We really love your comments! Partly because you're a dear friend and partly because you are an inspiration to all who know you. Your courage amazes me. When I think of all you had to endure this last year, I'm humbled and I think of all the reasons I should be thankful instead of wallowing in self-pity (thank-you for that). I'm honored that you attribute some of your healthy outlook to my father. He had that hearty laugh and truly loved everyone. After hanging out with him, it was difficult to leave feeling miserable. He had a contagious way of stringing up the corners of your mouth and spreading warm woollies throughout every inch of your body. I carry my memories with dad everywhere I go. It isn't the things and the ceremonies that are lasting, but rather the precious moments spent with someone you love that lingers a lifetime and I'm so thankful I made my relationship with him a priority.

Marisa