Blessed Are Those That Mourn
- By Keeshler Pittman
- Published 08/16/2011
Keeshler Pittman
Born in Meridian, MS. Raised in New Orleans, LA. Author of 4 books available at PublishAmerica.net. To contact me, e-mail KingdomChristians@gmail.com
In the Beatitudes, Jesus said blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Most of us will mourn the loss of someone we love during this lifetime. Some of us will take longer than others to heal.
In 2009, my father passed away. I grieved very deeply. I coped by writing poetry. That poetry later became Enduring All: A Collection of Poetic Praise. In this book, I even included a farewell letter to my father. I thought the book was closure for me. I was incorrect. Father's Day came, and I could not call my father nor buy him any gifts. My birthday came, and the man who was instrumental in my conception was not here. Christmas came. the sting was severe.
In 2010, my mother passed away. It was like a sucker punch. I was devestated. I prayed more than I had ever prayed in my life. I was hurting very deeply inside. I had expectations for both my parents. I had expected for them, at some point to be white-haired with me being thier caretaker. I had expected for them to live to see my child go to high school and college. All of my expectations were now shattered.
Fortunately, I had a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I would ask Him to ease my pain and soothe my soul. He did more than that. He also gave me peace. I had a peace that even surpassed my own understanding. The blessing in mourning is the comfort of Christ. He tenderly takes us into His arms and wipes away every tear. He whispers, "I am with you always. Even until the end of the earth. Come unto Me all that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Cast your cares upon Me, because I care for you."
Blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
In 2009, my father passed away. I grieved very deeply. I coped by writing poetry. That poetry later became Enduring All: A Collection of Poetic Praise. In this book, I even included a farewell letter to my father. I thought the book was closure for me. I was incorrect. Father's Day came, and I could not call my father nor buy him any gifts. My birthday came, and the man who was instrumental in my conception was not here. Christmas came. the sting was severe.
In 2010, my mother passed away. It was like a sucker punch. I was devestated. I prayed more than I had ever prayed in my life. I was hurting very deeply inside. I had expectations for both my parents. I had expected for them, at some point to be white-haired with me being thier caretaker. I had expected for them to live to see my child go to high school and college. All of my expectations were now shattered.
Fortunately, I had a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I would ask Him to ease my pain and soothe my soul. He did more than that. He also gave me peace. I had a peace that even surpassed my own understanding. The blessing in mourning is the comfort of Christ. He tenderly takes us into His arms and wipes away every tear. He whispers, "I am with you always. Even until the end of the earth. Come unto Me all that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Cast your cares upon Me, because I care for you."
Blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
