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• Aug. 5, 2008 - Priority #2 - My Husband - What I Learned from Pastor Vicki
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On Saturday, we said goodbye to our pastor's wife after a prolonged battle with multiple myeloma. It is the second funeral we have attended in 3 month's time. We would have attended another, but it was held on the exact same date and time as the funeral attended in May.
Three of our friends our now widowed. Friend Hubby and I are now both in our 40s. One of the friends that died in May was the same age as Friend Hubby. The reality that one day one of us may be left without the other has hit us hard.
Saturday's funeral was a beautiful memorial service, but for Friend Hubby, it brought out so many similarities between Sis. Vicki and myself. We share many of the same spiritual gifts, many of the same life choices (such as homeschooling), and the same tragedy of losing a daughter to a brain tumor. All the similarities got to Friend Hubby. The enemy tried to bring in a spirit of fear. I told Friend Hubby that I submit to the Lord's will for my life and resist the spirit of fear. I REFUSE to live in fear. I want to live each day of my life fully. I'm going to live until I die!
When Vicki died last Monday, 2 scriptures came to mind. One was read by her father at the funeral:
"Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His saints." Psalm 116:15
The other is:
"So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12
For all of our standing on the word and believing in faith and hoping to see miracles like the dead being raised before our eyes, the fact of the matter remains that even Lazarus died again after he was raised from the dead by the Lord, and so will we all.
I remember VERY vividly the Sunday church service we had the week before Vicki was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. I will never forget the sight of her dancing before the Lord in the front of the church with banners in her hands. That Sunday I had the very distinct feeling that Heaven had come down to worship with us. I had a vision of my Dancing Angel coming that day and participating in the worship. I was reminded of something the Lord taught me after our Dancing Angel's passing. Where do we say that the people of the Lord are when they die? In the presence of the Lord, right? Where do we say that we are when we are deep in worship? Don't we also say that we are in the presence of the Lord? Therefore, I feel that the divide between my precious daughter, grandmothers, uncle, and friends that are already in Heaven is narrowed significantly when I worship the Lord with all my might in Spirit and in truth!
So I take from Vicki's memorial the virtuous example of loving my husband, my children, my parents, and the people of God with every fiber of my being. I will miss you my friend and my mentor! |
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