Saturday, March 19, 2011

Went to a Funeral

I went to a funeral for a three-year-old boy today. I didn’t know the child or his family. I went to help in the kitchen and also ended up watching some children during the service. The truth is I didn't want to attend the service. While driving to the funeral I felt sad. 10 years ago my husband's first child, my stepson, died.

That year was probably the hardest year of our lives. To be honest his funeral was a blur I really don't remember much of it neither does my husband. What I do remember is watching volunteers help at the funeral and realizing that I didn't know most of them. I've helped out at several funerals for children since then. I guess it's my way of giving back because I know how feels to be completely broken.

After we had finished cleaning up in the kitchen I was getting ready to leave when I was introduced to the mother. Her first child is gone, and she's eight months pregnant with her second child. I could see she wanted to talk so I shared my story with her. And then I shared the following verse: The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

Some people say God is a crutch. Some people say a person is weak if they believe in God. While I can say is yes I am weak. Gods more than a crutch to me, He's more like a wheelchair. Sometimes I feel so crushed I can’t even move without him. I'd rather be weak with Jesus than to try and live this life on my own.


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The Glasers said...

I have never connected how the world looks down on us for being weak and how we see that as a compliment! Yes, I am weak so that God can be strong for me. I would rather lean on His strength than on my own!

I love the verse you quoted. I'm going to have to remember Psalm 34:18.

Chynna said...

Bonnie, what a beautiful post. I really needed these words this week. Thank you.

Chynna <3

Rachelle F said...

I am weak too, it's taken me years to admit and continue to struggle with accepting it. You, my dear, are a gift. Can I say thank you on behalf of all the people whose lives you touch through your goodness. Also on behalf of those of us who are lucky enough to count you among our friends.

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To God be the glory.