The Eye of the Storm
Amazingly, it has been 35 years since the doctors said Leukemia. And 30 years since Catie lost her battle with that awful disease. She had just turned four when she was diagnosed and nine when she stepped into heaven.
Looking back over the three decades since we said goodbye in this world, I have reflected on several handholds that have provided support when I was in danger of falling and helped me up when I went down. I have collected these and share them in hopes that God may use them to help others walking their own pathway. Not everyone’s pain is the same, but we all deal with hurt, loss, shame, guilt, and frustration along the way.
I use the name - The Eye of the Storm - because even the fiercest hurricane has moments of peace. Maybe you are in the storm or possibly in a window of calm. Be assured, storms return. Preparations in the calm provide protection in the storm.
Paul had seen storms swirl through the Corinthian church and during the calm, he encouraged them, knowing that other blasts would likely head their way.
He reminds them:
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)
I have experienced significant pain and received immense comfort. God’s word commands us to comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
Join me beginning on Catie's birthday. I will post reflections, attempting to pass along the comfort I have received to those who are in the storm.