I think this is the last book your mom read thru and she told me it encouraged her greatly. Also, it is what you were all reading in at the end of her life here on earth and we want you to keep it to reread and be encouraged by in the future.
WOW! I read this in the front cover of the book “God at the Controls” the other day when I was recommending the book to a friend. It was written by one of my Aunts (who has since passed away) to our family. I had no idea it was even there. I remember reading this book sometime in high school and absolutely loving it (with no idea it had been read to me years earlier; though I always wondered why it seemed so familiar)!
When I was flipping through its torn out pages again, I came across this underlined section:
“If the outcome of our situation had not turned out as it did…if all four of us had been killed, God would still be God. He would still be holy, just, and righteous. He would still be the same loving and caring God that He is.”
Knocked down by the weight of what I had just read; the realization that this was the last book my mom may have read, or at least one we read with her before she died, completely seized my breath away. How fitting!
It is so easy after a tragedy happens, to shake our fists at heaven, screaming out in anguish at God, “Why would you let this happen?! I thought you were supposed to be a loving God! A loving God wouldn’t do this to me!! Where were you?!”
I have heard of many people who have lost a loved one and as a result have turned their back on God.
The age old question of Sovereignty, “Surely a loving God wouldn’t….”
Is it really our right to tell God what He should or shouldn’t do? Are we bigger than He is? More powerful than all of His might? Able to comprehend and know how everything works together?
Losing a loved one is one of the hardest, most painful, things in the world. I lost my mom when I was six years old and almost 20 years later, I still miss her. There are some nights, I still shed tears from the heartache locked up inside. Do I fully understand why she had to die? No. I may never find out, but that’s not the point.
The point isn’t about me and my own hurt and simple understanding. It’s about God and who He is.
The fact that my mom died, doesn’t change who God is. It doesn’t change the fact that He is holy. It doesn’t change the fact that He is just; that He is righteous and loving.
The only thing that changes is my own viewpoint of Him.
Let’s say, I do view my mom being ripped out of my life at such a young age as terribly unjust, what then?
I may start questioning who God is and if He really is who He claims to be. I may question if He does really exist. Sometimes, that can be a good thing, because it forces me to think about things on a deeper level. At the same time, though, I need to come back to the same place Job did.
So what if I view my mom dying as unjust. Who am I to tell God what is and isn’t just? Who created justice in the first place? Who created my mom to begin with? Is God not our Maker? Can’t He do what he wants with His own creation?
In Isaiah 45:5-7, 9 it says, “I am the LORD, and there is no other; apart from me there is no God. I will strengthen you, though you have not acknowledged me, so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting men may know there is none besides me. I am the LORD, and there is no other. I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the LORD, do all these things. Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker, to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Does your work say, ‘He has no hands?'”
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard people say, “Well I couldn’t worship a God who … takes my mom away from me, lets thousands of people get slaughtered in such a horrific way, lets children go hungry; you fill in the blank.”
I think we all have to wrestle through this question at some point in our life.
One of the hardest things to come to a realization of, isn’t so much the fact that people die, but the fact that believing God—The Maker –is completely Holy and can do whatever He wants, means that we/I have no control…over anything! We could be snatched up or gone in the next instance and the world wouldn’t even know we were missing. Our children—that baby you’ve spent hours lovingly gazing at while they were peacefully sleeping—could be gone; never to be held or cared for again. That’s SCARY! Think about it. We put so much of our time, energy and finances into trying to control as much as we possibly can. We want our own house—so we can control what we do with it; to control where our money goes. We want the best insurance and security—so we can control who gets the right to our stuff. We want our own clothes and more of them—so we can control when we wear them and how we feel in them and be able to control how people view us.
In the end the truth is we aren’t in control, we never were and never will be. God is. We don’t always like God being the one in control. So, we try and turn our backs, saying "it’s not true" and pretending that we can control the things in our lives. The result is being worn out, drained, and worried with built up fear of the future or the “what if’s” haunting our ephemeral days.
The crazy thing is, once we let go of all the things we’re so desperately trying to control, letting God have them; instead of the world falling to pieces--there's this peace that filters in. We start believing that God is who He says He is. He is on the throne. He knows what is best. His ways are not our ways, nor His understanding our understanding. He is God and we are man. Believing that, despite our feelings, brings confidence and peace; maybe it doesn't happen all at once, but more and more each time we put our faith in God's hands.
That being said, if you are going through the loss of a loved one or know of someone who is, take what it says in Romans 12:15 to heart, “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.”
It’s ok, good and completely healthy to grieve! But in the end remember:
God will still be God. He will still be holy, just, and righteous. He will still be the same loving and caring God that He is and has always been.
Melody, a proud mother of three beautiful, adventurous children and the wife of one very loving and caring husband. Molded, daily, by the Maker of the Universe and longing to become more like Him.