Rested in His Peace

Recently, while going through a fiery season, I got a call from a much loved sister. She had heard and was reaching out to share her strength with me. In that long conversation one thing stood out for me: “Do not reach out for anything from those to whom you are dead.”

As occasion has afforded, I have considered this a lot. It locked with an echo from my past, to a time when I raised my children as an unwed mother. A friend of God had given this advise to a group of us, “…when a man sleeps with you and then discards you, he widows you in the spirit. The grief you go through is akin to mourning a spouse. When in need, going to him for help, especially when you have children, is like going to a graveyard to seek substance from the departed. God is Father to the fatherless and Husband to the widow. He will take care of you and the children that have been abandoned by their fathers.”

My testimony is that God has been both Father and Husband to me. Most times I have walked like one walking on burning coals as I raised my children even in God’s counsel and help. I confess too to have visited some graveyards for help in my time and came out empty handed – thankfully. I was tempted because ‘they’ seem to have it all figured out. But seasons and doors closed by God are just that – CLOSED.

People try (still) to nullify or even dim your significance for walking that walk, criticising you for failing or succeeding sometimes/often even more than than they would the espoused. Sometimes the worst stabs come from those that have walked the same path who attribute their success to their own efforts and never to God: and kick at your valley experiences incessantly because you haven’t conformed to a template or creed that they have developed and secretly suspect will crumble beneath them some day.

At the time of this current situation, I reached out to people -as I have in times past. To nullify the impact of my own life and elevate theirs over mine as they had; to try conform to their way of thinking – to fight for their love, their applause… to fight to belong. But I realised this, they made up their minds long ago that I was dead to them. I was not worth even a little grief…and now, I am not worth a second thought. My friend, perhaps unknowingly, had given me the one lifeline I needed – TO LET GO AND LET GOD. Life.

I have seen my feet get burnt but gain strength in this fire – BECAUSE GOD. I have fallen in the mire because my eyes were blinded by tears but seen The Kingdom – BECAUSE GOD; God has steadily strengthened me in Him, to behold the wonder of Him and His Kingdom and readily as did Stephen, fix my focus on Him even as my flesh is stripped off, because He and His Kingdom have become Who I would rather die than spend the next second or eternity without. He knows I need what I need to walk this earth, but He keeps my head and eyes lifted Him-ward, for He is The Life I now Live.


“Even so, Come Lord Jesus, come.”

About viphealthyleadership
I am a friend of God, who loves to listen to, and talk to Him and write to and through Him. My prayer concerns revolve mainly around homes and nations, and how Christ's wounded warriors can arise and get involved again in the building of these and in the repairwork needed to restore these to their God-intended glory. I believe that true and effective leadership, can only come from those who have been wounded, recognised their wounds for what they are, and have allowed God to heal these and make them stronger in loving the ones they would lead. I am a mother of two: Leroy and Shukurani and a grandmother of one - Giovanni Gett.

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