Wednesday, April 23, 2014

One Year Later.

365 days. 12 months. 1 year.

That is the amount of time that Melissa has been in Heaven with Jesus. It is one of those things that makes me reflect on this past year. It definitely brings sadness to my heart and I miss her sweet self all the time, but it has been a year of growing and love. A year of trusting The Lord more and more. A season of anger, hurt, and a sad heart overlapped with a heart full of joy that my friend is with Jesus and has absolutely no more pain or suffering like she did here on earth in her physical body. 

It was a year of a lot of emotions. Emotions on both ends of the spectrum. Emotions that had me dancing around and singing at the top of my lungs because I was full of joy and love and emotions that left me weeping. Emotions that left me in the middle of these two extremes. 

I spent a season angry at God. Angry that He would take my friend's life. Angry that she had Cystic Fibrosis. Angry that I didn't get to hear her laugh, eat Wendy's baked potatoes, watch TLC or Nashville with her, or pray with one another; the list could go on and on. I spent a season of time where I was really sad and it felt as though my heart physically ached because I missed her so much. There was a more recent season where I had to ask God, "Do I believe You do all things well? Even if it is something that did not go my way. Even if it was something that was painful." My answer for a long time was no. I definitely told God that He was wrong and I was right. That taking Melissa from all of us was the wrong move (How silly am I, right?). The Lord is good. The Lord is sure. He is steady and strong. He knows exactly what He is doing. He knew what He was doing when He created Melissa and He knew she would face enormous obstacles her entire life, but He gave her a heart overflowing with love for others that she shined so bright in spite of her illness. 

Melissa loved me, and everyone else, incredibly well. She spoke love and peace into the lives of every single person she came into contact with. She showed me what loving others as Jesus loves us truly looked like. That no matter what the cost, loving others really well was of utmost importance. She sought after The Lord harder than anyone I know and she did it with strength and courage as she fought her hard, painful, and tiring fight. Time and time again, we prayed together over her and her illness; but she always was more interested in how I was doing. She cared about me. I mean, really, and truly cared. What an honor to be loved on by such a special person. She showed me just how special a relationship with the Creator of the Universe was and what it looked like to run after The Lord with everything that you have. One of the biggest things she taught me, other than loving others, was that you should never say "never" when it comes to Jesus. You may not understand what is going on or you may not imagine yourself in a certain situation, but God is good. God is faithful. He knows exactly what He is doing and will lead us and guide us according to His plan for our lives. 

She wrote a letter shortly before her 2nd double-lung transplant and I'm going to share an excerpt from it, "There are a few things that I have learned on this journey of life. One should never say, "never" when it comes to Christ. With God anything is possible and God won't put you through anything that together you can't handle. And when He is ready ~ He will bring you home! Honor and praise him and you will be rewarded. Everyone is made special in different ways so don't compare yourself to others and don't judge - that's God's job. I feel so so thankful that my life and circumstances could be used by God as an inspiration to others. So thanks again for everything and I'll hope you see you all in Heaven!
Love, Melissa"

Her life meant something. She knew that there was something greater to live for, to strive for. She knew that the unsatisfying things in this world would never be enough for her. They would never measure up to the joy and satisfaction in her Savior. She was a living, breathing, screaming invitation to believe better things for not only me, but the hundreds that came across her path. 

When I start to grow weary and wear thin, I think of my precious friend. I think of how she lit up any room she was in and even in her weariest, and sometimes silent, of days she taught me and loved me so much. I think of how her perseverance built a character of hope, peace, and true life.

If I can love half as much as she loved people, I'll be in good shape. 

A year later, I am still challenged by the precious voice in my head, encouraging and challenging me to love others and stretch beyond my comfort zone.

Mel, I hope you know that your life has had an enormous impact on more people than I can begin to name or count. I love you to the moon and back and miss you daily. My firefly is a sweet reminder of your comfort and God's ability to hold my broken heart.

"My One defense, my righteousness. Oh God, how I need You." 

Heaven Song by Phil Wickham was a song that carried me through the time when she almost met Jesus in 2012. Beautiful words. The good news is that Jesus conquered death on the Cross. "Oh death, where is your victory? Oh death, where is your sting?" 


A year ago Melissa swiftly sprinted off to be with The Lord. Selfishly, I want her here. But I would never take her away from Jesus in a million years. All that said, I pray for another year of loving others to the best of my ability and with all that my heart can muster.


Monday, February 10, 2014

You Do All Things Well

As one of my favorite worship songs says, "I will climb this mountain with my hands wide open" and those have been the words that are carrying  me through this season of life. I encourage you to listen to it here. 

Seasons of life come and go. Some long, some short, and some that make you feel like you have no idea how to get out of it. That was me for the last couple months. I felt stuck in what seemed like a never ending season of life and I was at a loss as to how to free myself.

I admit, I have been unfocused on what truly matters. Jesus. The last couple of months have left me in a barren desert. Feeling quite dry and even empty. Not as though my outpouring was coming from any sort of overflow as is talked about in The Bible but that I had been run dry. Part of me believes that this stems from my season of feeling worn out last semester. 

In the spirit of honesty, I'm wrestling on a question with God. The question is this: Do I really believe that You do all things well? To help you understand here's the backstory. I was listening to Tenth Avenue North perform an acoustic set live in early January at this small venue in Jax. (They're one of my favorites so obviously I was only like 3 ft away from them aka the very front). The lead singer, Mike Donehey, says they're going to play "You do All Things Well" and begins to tell the story behind it. I'll save you the extra details but basically his roommate was on the verge of death in the ICU unlikely to make it through that night. So there they are in the hospital praying and singing out to The Lord and Mike starts talking to God and saying something along the lines of God, you perform miracles all the time. I believe that You can heal my friend miraculously. But what if You don't heal him the way that I want You to? What if You healing him is taking him home? Give me faith to believe that even if You aren't doing something I want You to do that You are doing all things well. (And bam this song was basically written). But I, having lost a friend less than a year ago, am an emotional wreck in the front row. I may have cried through Melissa's death, I may have said I'm seeking comfort in Jesus, (which I was at times), and I may have told you I was doing okay. The reality is I have held onto a lot of pain in my life simply because I know the instant I let go and start to talk to God about what is going on in my heart I might break. The instant I say "God, I cannot do this on my own" I begin to process through and deal with the issues I have suppressed. A good friend pointed out that maybe the reason I have been slow to seek out Jesus lately is because I know the moment I do I have to start that hard process. I believe she was right. 

The question remains. Do I believe that God does all things well? Do I believe that in the midst of my dad's alcoholism, God is still doing all things well? Do I believe that in the midst of a time of chaos and pain on my mom's side of the family that He is still doing all things well? Do I believe that in the midst of Melissa dying that God was doing all things well? 

My answer was no. My answer was no because I was hurt, angry, confused, sad...you name it I probably felt it in the last year. I know in my head that yes, God does all things well; however, my heart struggled to have the faith to say that I believe God does all things well. I'm processing through that question right now and I've come to realize that it is okay to have these questions. It's okay to wrestle through things with God. God already knows my heart and He still loves me the same. He knows that I've struggled finding the good in these life happenings and wants me to process and face these struggles with Him. 

All that said, I have embarked on that hard process. I have begun to call out to God in my fear of letting things go. I have begun to find relief and energy lost a long time ago. I am thankful for my community who have loved me so well despite maybe not loving them back as well as I should have been. My heart has found healing in this chaos because "we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28). 

And I'll leave you with words from and to the Tenth Avenue North song, "You Do All Things Well"

"You break me to bind me.

You hurt me, Lord, to heal me.

You cut me to touch me.

You died to revive me

You do all things

You do all things

You do all things well" 



Do you believe that God does all things well?