“And if we know that he hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have what we asked of him.”-1 John 5:15
I woke up this morning to a text said, “Mrs. Jessie passed this morning.” My heart sunk at that moment. It was a weird mix of feelings that consisted of shock, sadness, and fear. A couple of days ago, I found out that an old church member of mine was killed in a car accident. Days before that, a classmate’s young sister was killed in a car accident.
Reflecting on a couple of years ago, I remember the feeling I felt when my grandmother called me at midnight saying that my brother was murdered. It was a feeling like no other. It felt like someone took my breath away and ripped my heart out of my chest. I fell to the floor and in that moment, I questioned God. I’ve experienced quite a bit of loss in my life but never a loss like this. My brother was my heart. He made me laugh, he was real, loving and he was protective. In the moment of hearing those words, “I’m sorry, your brother has been murdered, get over here now,” I felt an instant rush of guilt. The guilt came because I did not keep in contact with my brother as often as I should have. I was so caught up in my own life, that the people close to me were placed on the back burner. I went through a period of depression, I didn’t have an appetite, and I worked out so much trying to get rid of the hurt and guilt, but it didn’t go away.
It took a while for me to accept the reality that I will never see my brother again. The thing that helped me with this life-changing event, was thinking of the good times. I remembered all of the funny moments we had, and I remembered the last time I saw him. The last time I saw my brother was at my dad’s wedding. He gave me a hug and we laughed about my dad finally getting married again at almost the age of 50 (lol). He told me that he loved me and that he was proud of me.
Reflecting on that moment, helped me adapt to the loss. A loss is never easy, and it is something that you will never get over. You only get through it one day at a time. While it seems as if people surrounding us or close to us are leaving the earth too soon, we have to understand that death is inevitable. Use this time to connect with those you care about and love. Make the phone call, go and visit. Spend time with the people who mean the most to you, so that your last memories are the best.
Switching gears on loss and connecting it with life, I want to share the devotion this morning. The title is, “I Will Be Productive.” It is coming from Ephesians 5:15-17:
“Be very careful, then, how you live-not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity because the days are evil. Therefore, do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.”
We have to make the most out of each day because our days are numbered. Productivity doesn’t always mean “work,” but to be able to live life to the fullest. A snippet of the prayer in the devotion says, “I praise you, that today you give me my “get up and go” back! That I have the grace to gather every day and that my prayers are manifesting bread, daily! I pray that this message helps someone who is either experiencing loss of have experienced loss. Or if you just need a reminder of the importance of just “being” and learning how to make the best out of the life that you were given. Life is short, make the most of each day and connect or reconnect with the ones you love and care about.