Today my random scripture reading was 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 . "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort wih which we are comforted by God." It's been a little bit over five years since my son died from complications due to spinal muscular atrophy. In the twenty-two years that he lived, we lived with the angel of death following us every place that we went. I believe that when we prayerfully move to the center of God's will, we exist on a plane that keeps the angel of death at bay. Even in death, our Lord Jesus Christ snatches us out from under the angel of death's nose, and delivers us to an indescribably beautiful paradise.
Paul says in his letter to the Corinthians that he existed in an affliction where he was utterly, unbearably crushed. Paul was so crushed that he lived his life in total despair. He felt that he received the sentence of death, but he turned that despair into a catalyst to force himself to rely not on himself, but on God who raises the dead. Paul expresses that God delivered him from deadly peril.
Over the years providing care to our son, who used a home ventilator to breathe for him most of his life, we often felt that our son was in such life threatening peril. I remember many times while our faith was being built and strengthened by God, crushing despair was the only thing we felt in our numbness of dealing with watching our son suffer through difficulties associated with his affliction. The first five years were the worst. During that five years, we experienced the power of prayer, the wonder of divine intervention, and the feeling of overcoming things we were told could not be overcome.
Would I have been jubilant to have awakened one morning to find my son freed from the weight of gravity and able to breathe, speak, and eat without the aid of machines? Oh you have no idea how I played the movie of such an event over and over in my mind as I prayed fervently for his complete healing. In my heart, God comforts me with the knowledge that when we are reunited in paradise, I will see the fruition of my dreams. The thought of that reunion comforts me. It comforts me every day in my walk with the Holy Spirit, the great comforter.
As the word encourages me, I hope I can reach out now and comfort others.
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