On May 20, 2020 another storm came through. My nephew was shot and died the following day. I keep thinking about the day he was born. On November 8, 1999, exactly 2 weeks after my birthday, I held my sister’s hand as she pushed him into this world. Other than my own children, I had never witnessed a baby being born. Image of his little baby face will forever be with me. Now, here we are burying him. This is just so unbelievable. Burying my dad was unbearable, and now here we are 6 years later burying my nephew who was named after him.
One thing is for sure. We can’t stop storms. If one is predicted then we are better prepared because we expected it. Then, there are those that come out of nowhere. Almost like a pop quiz, a quick test on that you’ve been studying. Here’s the thing, I’ve been feeling like I’m just sitting and watching the destruction happen. Chaos all around with no signs of peace. Another piece of my heart has been cut out of my chest.
I have been reminded that I am not sitting in this pain alone. Storms refine our faith. God will use our storms to grow our faith. So, I’ve decided to dance in the rain while I wait for the storm to pass.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4 “Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.”
Amen.