tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193728582726028709.post181904346941281645..comments2013-07-30T09:47:23.340-07:00Comments on The Preacher's Husband: Sometimes God enters me through my tearsDerek Maulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758330108721667313noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193728582726028709.post-44506233036400148922010-12-24T08:31:08.945-08:002010-12-24T08:31:08.945-08:00I love your take on God's best work being done...I love your take on God's best work being done when we are "broken down". God's desire is never to punish us, and if we are redeemed, that's not even possible. But loss can make a way for Jesus' kind recreating work, if we can yield to it. <br /><br />When I returned from my little brother's funeral this last year, the condolences from my sisters and brothers in Christ were so important. I would have really rather not had to deal with it. But each word prodded me forward to a new and different future than I had imagined and each hug reminded me that Jesus has and will inhabit every circumstance that life can offer.timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05505570904079216012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193728582726028709.post-67564014069314363672010-12-22T13:07:57.777-08:002010-12-22T13:07:57.777-08:00Helpful comment, Steve. Sorry about your friend.
...Helpful comment, Steve. Sorry about your friend. <br /><br />And you're right, burying a child is the hardest. Three of this week's four funerals have involved someone having to bury their child.<br /><br />I think that's what is so great about God. It's about presence, not an easy life.Derek Maulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17758330108721667313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3193728582726028709.post-9006561013737844602010-12-22T12:03:10.526-08:002010-12-22T12:03:10.526-08:002.5 years ago I lost my best friend in Washington ...2.5 years ago I lost my best friend in Washington to a pulmonary embolism. He was a very smart man and the best bass I've ever had the privilege of singing with, a good fat chewer. <br /><br />11 years ago my then wife lost her daughter to an automobile accident. Those who have not buried their child (and grandchild) have no idea how that feels. It is greatly appreciated when someone stops with, "I don't know what to say." There is really nothing to say, no words that can touch the pain. But your presence there says all that needs to be said.Steven Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02901802908859810552noreply@blogger.com