<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631</id><updated>2009-11-03T12:09:01.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Anna's place - a safe place to share your grief.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-1873289720786757260</id><published>2009-11-03T11:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:09:01.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am His and He is Mine</title><content type='html'>I just played this hymn on the piano at church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the music is "I am His and He is Mine." The words written by Wade Robinson strike a deep chord in my heart. Those who watched and prayed with me after my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;husband's&lt;/span&gt; death know how much music means to me. They know how music was a balm to my soul in those weeks and months after our family tragedy - how I would plunge myself into playing songs on my piano, expressing with each note the pain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; that flowed through my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still play, but with God's help and healing it is now at a different level than ever before. In a new way, I feel the words of the song flow through my fingers as I play the notes. There is a powerful message to be declared and music can be a beautiful expression of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God knows us, and we can follow Him. It is possible even through the deepest pain, oh yes, he will meet you there if you allow him to. Jesus will meet our every need. I am His, and praise God, He is mine. Nothing can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the words of this song speak to your heart today. Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loved with everlasting love, led by grace that love to know;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracious Spirit from above, Thou hast taught me it is so!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh this full and perfect peace, oh, this transport all divine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a love which cannot cease, I am His and He is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heav'n&lt;/span&gt; above is softer blue, earth around is sweeter green;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ev'ry&lt;/span&gt; hue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christless&lt;/span&gt; eyes have never seen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glader&lt;/span&gt; song o'er-flow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flow'rs&lt;/span&gt; with deeper beauties shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since I know, as now I know, I am His and He is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that once were wild alarms cannot now disturb my rest;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closed in everlasting arms, pillowed on the loving breast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, to lie forever here, doubt and care and self resign,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While He whispers in my ear, I am His and He is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His forever, only His - who the Lord and me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;shall part?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, with what a rest of bliss, Christ can fill the loving heart!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heav'n&lt;/span&gt; and earth may fade and flee, firstborn light in gloom decline,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But while God and I shall be, I am His and He is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-1873289720786757260?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/1873289720786757260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/1873289720786757260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-his-and-he-is-mine.html' title='I am His and He is Mine'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-8066177576272589969</id><published>2009-09-04T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:06:32.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SqFVwPustpI/AAAAAAAABNU/yAbbSvQU6Bo/s1600-h/0620091559a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377673717401564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SqFVwPustpI/AAAAAAAABNU/yAbbSvQU6Bo/s320/0620091559a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"But when they saw him (Jesus) walking upon the sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out; For they all saw him, and were troubled.  And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, 'Be of good cheer.  It is I; be not afraid.'  And he went up with them into the boat; and the wind ceased; and they were very much amazed in themselves beyond measure, and wondered."  Mark 6:49-51&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let the one who walks on water speak peace to your heart today.  Allow Jesus to come on board the ship of your life and you too will be amazed beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-8066177576272589969?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8066177576272589969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8066177576272589969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-when-they-saw-him-jesus-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SqFVwPustpI/AAAAAAAABNU/yAbbSvQU6Bo/s72-c/0620091559a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-382681215960372485</id><published>2009-07-23T08:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:23:24.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/Smhj_q8hUJI/AAAAAAAABM0/7-_kSrkpTB4/s1600-h/Picture+692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361645301895614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/Smhj_q8hUJI/AAAAAAAABM0/7-_kSrkpTB4/s320/Picture+692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say, 'You are my God.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My times are in Your hand..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 31:14,15 a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-382681215960372485?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/382681215960372485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/382681215960372485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-as-for-me-i-trust-in-you-o-lord-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/Smhj_q8hUJI/AAAAAAAABM0/7-_kSrkpTB4/s72-c/Picture+692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-5084954374559605655</id><published>2009-07-04T14:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:01:23.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That "Mark" on Your Calendar</title><content type='html'>The day has passed - June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. The end of the month for some, but the day that changed my life forever one sunny day in 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have experienced the death of a loved one, you know how it is, the day that changed your life is an ever present mark on your calendar, maybe not visibly, but in your heart and mind. You wish it wasn't, oh how you wish, but nonetheless, it is an event, not that we celebrate, but one that we do remember because we cannot do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked me recently when I told her that June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; had come and gone and that it had now been seventeen years since Gerry's death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sue, does it feel like that part of your life even happened?" My sister handed a fruit bowl to her four-year-old son who quickly picked out a handful of his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" I said between bites of my ham and cheese bagel melt that my sister had made me for lunch. Her three children and my youngest son sat eating their lunch in their swimsuits, anxious to hop in the small backyard pool in my sister's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean with where you are now, does it seem like it (my first marriage and my husband's sudden death taking into account my re-marriage) really happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart gave a turn and my stomach tightened. It was a natural question for such an unnatural event in our lives. We had both felt it, cried over it, mourned with it, prayed over it, but I lived it day in and day out, changing my son's diapers, paying my bills, going to sleep at night alone. Death, while inevitable in this life because of Adam and Eve's choice in the Garden of Eden, is never a welcome guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I replied nodding. "Absolutely. Gerry was a part of my life I will never forget. He was not only my husband but my friend. Besides, all I have to do is look at our son Jared and the memory is there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small smile of compassion passed across her beautiful face, quietly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respectfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acknowledging&lt;/span&gt; my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a sip of water. "He was a part of my life, just like your children are a part of yours. You would never forget one of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't." My sister's soft spoken words were said with raw honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way I can explain it to you is that it's as if I was traveling down one path in life and God had me turn onto a different road. My life is moving in a different direction but it doesn't mean I've forgotten the road I traveled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we live our lives to the full, not reveling in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carelessness&lt;/span&gt;, but taking those moments with the ones we love, showering them in turn with all the love and tenderness that Jesus bestows on us. Christ died for sinners, you and me, so we might have life and life eternal. Oh how we need to show that sacrificial love to each other every day that we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another year has passed, one more year I am closer to my heavenly home, a home that is being prepared for me by my Savior, Jesus Christ. He wants to prepare a home for you today. Won't you let him do that for you? He loves you and will be with you every step of the way here on earth. That's God's promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too. He knows you by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"...Grace to you and peace for Him who is and who was and who is to come,... and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler over the kings of the earth. To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood,..." Revelation 1:4-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-5084954374559605655?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5084954374559605655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5084954374559605655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-mark-on-your-calendar.html' title='That &quot;Mark&quot; on Your Calendar'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-2247556021083994257</id><published>2009-04-30T05:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:22:09.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><content type='html'>Memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be like a refreshing walk down a garden path OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories can sometimes flood us with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had the privilege of joining my grandmother and grandfather at my teenage son’s school. Jared’s history class is studying World War II and the teacher invited my 89-year-old grandfather to talk to two classes about his experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just to let you know, my grandfather never talked about the war for years. In fact it wasn’t until my son, his great-grandson, was in elementary school and my curious boy took an interest in World War II that my grandfather even opened up about his time serving our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class, I took my grandparents to lunch. I knew that it had been difficult for my grandfather, not just because he is nearly ninety years old, but because of the emotions and heartache attached to that very difficult time in his life. Yes, even as believers in Christ, we are not immune to pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class, my grandfather talked about the two battle campaigns he served during his tour in Italy, his injury while riding a tank, how he was a radio man in the 88th Army Infantry Division – how he was told that he was dispensable, but the radio was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God in his infinite wisdom and plan saw my grandfather through. He came home, but many did not. What my Pappy did not say in class, my Nanna said at lunch. “You didn’t say how difficult it was to step over the dead bodies of your buddies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment my grandmother said those truthful words, tears slid down my dear grandfather’s face. He had been doing his best to hold back his emotions during class, however I saw his eyes fill up several times. So did mine. Now his tears fell unchecked as did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These things bring back painful memories.” My Pappy’s once strong hands shook as he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes then nose with a white hankie from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you, Pap.” I leaned in over the table so he could hear me better. “But, I do understand how difficult it is to talk about painful memories. I have to speak to two women’s groups next week about my testimony and share what happened when Gerry died. That hurts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at both my loving grandparents sitting across the table from me. Their gray hair adorned their heads like crowns of glory. Wisdom from years of walking with the Lord etched the lines of their faces and the tenderness of their hearts. Their love and prayers to the God they love and serve, the Lord Jesus Christ, have been a constant source of strength in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please pray for me next week.” I stood and walked around the table and squeezed my grandfather’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “I love you Pap. Thank you for risking your life to keep us safe. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of this day is one that I will not forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out and my prayers go up for all the families of those who are serving our country. Let freedom ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-2247556021083994257?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2247556021083994257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2247556021083994257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories-they-can-be-like-refreshing.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-7181855569384424754</id><published>2009-03-17T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:41:00.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted here. But then I only post on this site when I feel a strong prompting. It came tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the verses I read to my seven-year-old son as he snuggled into his covers at bedtime. A cool-mist vaporizor is running in his room. He is recovering from a bad case of the flu with a terrible cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;O God, You are my God;&lt;br /&gt;Early will I seek You;&lt;br /&gt;My soul thirsts for You;&lt;br /&gt;My flesh longs for You&lt;br /&gt;In a dry and thirsty land&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no water.&lt;br /&gt;So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,&lt;br /&gt;To see Your power and Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,&lt;br /&gt;My lips shall praise You.&lt;br /&gt;Thus will I bless You while I live;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift up my hands in Your name.&lt;br /&gt;My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness,&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.&lt;br /&gt;When I remember You on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I meditate on You in the night watches.&lt;br /&gt;Because You have been my help,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;My soul follows close behind You;&lt;br /&gt;Your right hand upholds me.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My seventeen-year-old son drove his Jeep to school this morning. He was encouraged by his school (he didn't need any prompting to be by his friend's side) and given an excused absence to go to a funeral for his classmate's mom - a mom I'm sure was probably close to the same age as me. She lost her battle with cancer. But her life was secure in God through Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days ahead will be difficult for this dear family. The heartache will be great. Even tonight, I lift them up in prayer as I know how it felt to stand by the graveside and watch the body of one you love being lowered into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this life is not the end. It is just the beginning. For those who have trusted Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and have died, they are with Christ in Glory. That is the comfort we can offer. Is it a pat answer? Some may say it is. Certainly this fact does not erase the pain, but it is the one thing that I held on to through the pain. It is what kept me going. This life is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lift up my son's friend and his family in prayer. God's lovingkindness is better than life. Are we ready to bless Him while we live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am praying for you. God knows the needs of your heart. Talk to Him. Seek Him. Praise Him. Bless Him. Lift up your hands to Him and God's Word promises that you will be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-7181855569384424754?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/7181855569384424754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/7181855569384424754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile-since-i-posted-here.html' title='Satisfied'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-5025225844463719200</id><published>2009-01-10T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:20:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiter Than Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SWiyL17wuLI/AAAAAAAABE4/1JT-CYuKBgk/s1600-h/Snow+Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289673678872688818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SWiyL17wuLI/AAAAAAAABE4/1JT-CYuKBgk/s400/Snow+Scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;"With my whole heart have I sought thee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;O let me not wander from thy commandments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Thy word have I hid in mine heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;that I might not sin against thee." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Psalm 119:10,11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-5025225844463719200?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5025225844463719200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5025225844463719200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2009/01/with-my-whole-heart-have-i-sought-thee.html' title='Whiter Than Snow'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SWiyL17wuLI/AAAAAAAABE4/1JT-CYuKBgk/s72-c/Snow+Scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-8054125513032204063</id><published>2008-12-17T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:13:03.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is soon upon us.  The holidays bring joy to many, but for those who are experiencing intense grief because of the loss of a loved one, this "most wonderful time of the year" can lead to a sense of dread and foreboding.  Tears may flow unchecked when you think about the emptiness and void in your life since your loved one passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any "magic" words to erase that pain.  I can only offer you the hope and joy that God has given me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels announced our Savior's birth,  they said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.  That is what God offers you.  Will the hurt still be there?  Yes, but God promises to be with you in your hurt.  He promises to walk beside you and hold your hand all the way.  HE IS OUR PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to him.  Talk out loud.  Maybe the silence that has enveloped your house feels like the confines of a cold tomb.  It doesn't have to be that way.  Jesus came to conquer death.  Yes, that little babe in a manger grew up to do His Father's will.  He rose up from the grave and gives life, abundant and eternal to all who believe on His name.  Let Him fill you with His warmth.  Cling to the promises of God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is peace possible?  Yes, peace that passes all understanding.  Won't you receive God's peace this holiday season?  Remember, I am praying for you.  Let God meet the need of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So I say to you, ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened."  Luke 11:9,10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-8054125513032204063?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8054125513032204063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8054125513032204063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/12/peace-for-christmas.html' title='Peace for Christmas'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-6355490797691025967</id><published>2008-11-27T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:08:07.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Just an update my friends, my new email address is &lt;a href="mailto:susanskitt@verizon.net"&gt;susanskitt@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you so desire, feel free to contact me and I promise to pray for you. That is a huge part of what Anna's Place is all about, the privilege of praying for others who have experienced hurt or grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thanksgiving here in America and I know how hard it is to be thankful when you are hurting. The loss of that person that you love is very painful. But let me encourage you today to count your many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blessings you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I tell my seven-year-old son, think - just think of all the good things that God has done for you and thank Him for each one. I recently helped out my son's school for their Thanksgiving Day party and after reading the children two books about thankfulness, I asked each of them what they were thankful for. Their honest answers were so cute. Family, Mom, Dad, sisters, brothers, dog, cat, God, Jesus, church, my son said "his hair" to keep his head warm, another child said "her ears" to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May each of us have ears to hear God's Word and remember to use our mouths to thank Him for His peace and sustaining power. I promise you that the Bible says it is there available to you if you only ask. And friends, I have experienced God's peace and sustaining power in time of need. He is faithful. And for that I am forever thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I am praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-6355490797691025967?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/6355490797691025967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/6355490797691025967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-912955771096262990</id><published>2008-10-19T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:47:29.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason for Gladness</title><content type='html'>Today at church we studied about the Omnipresence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel moved to encourage you here today that in order to cope, in order to make it through these troubled days, you have to believe - you have to know God.  When you get to know Him through God the Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, you learn how much you can trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know today that He is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139 says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"O Lord, thou has searched me, and known me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knowest&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;downsitting&lt;/span&gt; and mine uprising; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;understandest&lt;/span&gt; my thought afar off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compassest&lt;/span&gt; my path and my lying down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aquainted&lt;/span&gt; with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For there is not a word in my tongue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but lo, LORD, thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;knowest&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;altogether&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thou hast beset me behind and before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and laid thine hand upon me."  (Psalm 139:1-7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KJV&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you today to open God's Word.  Get to know Him.  He's waiting for you, beckoning you to come.  If you don't know where to begin, read Psalm 139.  You won't be sorry.  In fact, I pray with all my heart that you will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am praying for you.  I care about you and God does too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and joy,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-912955771096262990?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/912955771096262990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/912955771096262990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-for-gladness.html' title='A Reason for Gladness'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-2025821139607893332</id><published>2008-08-23T09:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:56:45.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SLAlBalT7NI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/d15J0vGZaTU/s1600-h/View+from+side+of+Crane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237727072877800658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SLAlBalT7NI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/d15J0vGZaTU/s400/View+from+side+of+Crane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How lovely is your tabernacle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O LORD of hosts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My soul longs, yes, even faints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the courts of the LORD; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Psalm 84:1,2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-2025821139607893332?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2025821139607893332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2025821139607893332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-lovely-is-your-tabernacle-o-lord-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SLAlBalT7NI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/d15J0vGZaTU/s72-c/View+from+side+of+Crane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-8677212837117991605</id><published>2008-08-13T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:04:52.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>I don't know where you are on your grief journey, but I thought I'd share something with you today from GriefShare e-devotionals about "moving on". Maybe you've thought, "But if I move on, that means I'm somehow dishonoring my loved ones memory." No, it gives their memory honor and it honors God. Let's see what Griefshare has to say on day 253 of their one-year devotionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What It Means to Move On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 253&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on does not mean . . .&lt;br /&gt;• you forget the person&lt;br /&gt;• you never feel the pain of your loss&lt;br /&gt;• you believe that life is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on does mean . . .&lt;br /&gt;• you experience a lessening of the pain&lt;br /&gt;• you can treasure your best memories of the person who has died&lt;br /&gt;• you can realistically accept the different aspects of your loss&lt;br /&gt;• you can form new relationships, try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on also means . . .&lt;br /&gt;• you grow in grace and in your walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;• you accept your loss and forgive others&lt;br /&gt;• you understand that both joy and loss are a part of life&lt;br /&gt;• you believe that God is good, even when life isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete" (John 15:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy God, sometimes moving on seems impossible. Continue to remind me that I cannot move on through my own strength, but only through an extension of Yours. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I pray that you are moving on in the Lord Jesus Christ, the sustainer and healer of all our woes. Remember, I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-8677212837117991605?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8677212837117991605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/8677212837117991605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-4494675584318494730</id><published>2008-07-17T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:30:03.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Wonders</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to see how certain events bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of Vacation Bible School right now at our church. You see, my first husband, Gerry (short for Gerald), died the week before Vacation Bible School in 1992. I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; director then. I am the director now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many wondered, some outsiders even scoffed at how I showed up and led the songs that summer of '92. All I can say is that I couldn't stay home. There was work to do. And if I had to sit down and cry after the kids left the sanctuary for their class - I did. But I also knew this was yet another opportunity to share the "God of Wonders" with children and their families. People need to know that God loves them. People need to know that Jesus will save them from their sin and give them a home in Heaven for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sing and lead children this week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;, I stand back in awe at the God of Wonders who has saved me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; me this far. I leave you today with the words to this song. May you know the God of Wonders who loves you and gave His life for you so you might live! Remember, I am praying for you. Allow your heart to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God of Wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all creation,&lt;br /&gt;Of water, earth, and sky.&lt;br /&gt;The heavens are your tabernacle.&lt;br /&gt;Glory to the Lord on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of wonders beyond our galaxy,&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, holy.&lt;br /&gt;The universe declares your majesty.&lt;br /&gt;You are holy, holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of heaven and earth; Lord of heaven and earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-4494675584318494730?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4494675584318494730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4494675584318494730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-of-wonders.html' title='God of Wonders'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-4096813301664775426</id><published>2008-06-09T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:53:01.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What God Allows</title><content type='html'>I just recently read one woman's thoughts about the death of her daughter.  She said, "It is what it is."  She stopped trying to figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'd go so far as to say, "It is what it is."  But, you and I both know that there is nothing we can do to change what happened.  I'd rather say, "It is what God has allowed it to be."  Maybe that's incorrect grammar, but I believe with all my heart that God is in control.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; was in a roll-over car accident.  Praise God she walked away unharmed.  My husband died in a roll-over car accident.  His neck was broken.  Was God favoring my niece and not my husband?  Why did He act on her behalf and not his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some answers we will never know this side of Heaven.  But I do know this.  Both my niece and my late husband knew Jesus as their personal Savior.  God did not call my niece home.  He called my first husband home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is what it is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  No.  It is what God allows it to be.  And knowing (and the subsequent years following my first husband's death) and getting to know the LORD better, I understand this:  I may not know God's workings or ways, but I can completely and utterly trust Him from beginning to end.  He is the Alpha and the Omega--the beginning and the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is enough.  In that I can rest.  And until that day I see my Savior, Jesus Christ face to face, I can say with joy, &lt;em&gt;"Whatever you allow to come my way, dear God, you have promised to be with me.  Thank you!  You have proven Yourself faithful time and time again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I am praying for you.  God loves you and so do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-4096813301664775426?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4096813301664775426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4096813301664775426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-god-allows.html' title='What God Allows'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-7009782838823645456</id><published>2008-05-01T11:35:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:32:30.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/SBn8T2lyvEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Mb0Q_6egPck/s1600-h/Goal+Defender+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"God sets the solitary in families..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Psalm 68:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time I read that Bible verse, my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Immediately I thought about all the orphans in the world. My grandfather grew up an orphan. But GOD gave him a family when he married my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt;. And then two sons, seven grandchildren, and twelve great-grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I considered the changes that happen to families when a loved one dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my first husband died, (it's been nearly sixteen years now), much changed. My immediate family consisted of my nine-month-old son and me. My dear extended family surrounded me with their love and prayers and help as they were physically able. But life was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, the dynamics of my immediate family changed when I remarried. And then again seven years later when God blessed my husband Jim and I with another son. We are still very close to my late husband's family. They are very much a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where God is taking you on this journey called life, He wants to give you a "family". Each path God has given us to walk is different. Nobody can ever replace your loved one, no not in a million-trillion years, no not for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this: "Don't withdraw yourself from family. And if you no longer have a family left here on earth, then become a part of someone's family. Yes, you can become a family to someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a baby, my parents lived in a different state from my grandparents while my dad finished up his schooling in Seminary. My dad preached at a small church in Ohio and while I grew up there for the first two-and-a-half years of my life, I had "pseudo-grandparents". My mother tells me I called them "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamal&lt;/span&gt; and Papal". I don't know exactly how I started calling them that name other than this loving couple cared for me and loved me like their own. They were involved in my life. My mom still fondly recalls their memory and has always considered them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God puts the solitary in families. Are you willing to let Him continue to work in your life to give you a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there is no better family to be a part of than the family of God. God makes this possible through His perfect Son, Jesus Christ, who died for your sins and offers you life. Rest in His arms today and trust in our eternal Father's never-ending love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for you. God loves you and I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ's love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-7009782838823645456?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/7009782838823645456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/7009782838823645456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-2987877884358255617</id><published>2008-03-20T08:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:06:34.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Giving Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R-JkVR0dj4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/g4yqtDhPVnE/s1600-h/Perennials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179812838152966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R-JkVR0dj4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/g4yqtDhPVnE/s320/Perennials.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God's resurrection power - the power of life. That is the power that dwells within the hearts of those who know Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. Claim that power today in your life. Let the Lord work in and through you. Let His wisdom dwell richly in your heart today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out! For who hath known the mind of the Lord? Or who hath been his counselor? Or who hath first given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again? For from him, and through him, and to him, are all things: to whom be glory forever. Amen." Romans 11:33-36 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, I am praying for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the love our matchless Savior Jesus Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-2987877884358255617?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2987877884358255617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/2987877884358255617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-giving-power.html' title='Life Giving Power'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R-JkVR0dj4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/g4yqtDhPVnE/s72-c/Perennials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-9211705031619964588</id><published>2008-03-06T06:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:27:43.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Grief waits for none to see,&lt;br /&gt;The inner workings of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God waits for us to come,&lt;br /&gt;humbly seeking, set apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait no more for peace and pardon,&lt;br /&gt;Grasp the gift that given waits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on tomorrow's gilded morning,&lt;br /&gt;Joy unfurled at Heaven's gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-9211705031619964588?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9211705031619964588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9211705031619964588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-567656810564152639</id><published>2008-02-22T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:07:41.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote to think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am convinced that God yearns to be known by us far more than we want to know him, and his great work in us is to increase our passion for knowing him until it is stronger than all other passions." Dr. Larry Crabb from his book Finding God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lord I want to know You better. You have brought me near to Your heart through my sufferings. You are a man of sorrows and aquainted with grief. But You are also the joy of my salvation and in You I trust all the day long. Please, forgive me for the times I have doubted Your love. You are my faithful God, my Savior, and my friend. Your daughter - Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-567656810564152639?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/567656810564152639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/567656810564152639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-to-think-about-i-am-convinced.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-5863264383953438025</id><published>2008-02-05T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:41:05.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;grief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;compassion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;unfailing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;willingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;affliction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;grief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;men." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lamentations 3:32-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-5863264383953438025?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5863264383953438025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5863264383953438025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/02/though-he-brings-grief-he-will-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-349270740975929506</id><published>2008-01-29T07:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:11:22.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Good?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what good has come out of the tragic loss of your loved one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I recently had someone ask me that question after I shared my personal story at a women's breakfast. As soon as I walked out of the church sanctuary, she asked to speak with me. She told me her son had died in an accident the day before his wedding. The conversation continued something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tell me, what good came out of your husband's death? He seemed like a good man; a godly man."&lt;/em&gt; I knew she was talking about my reference to Romans 8:28 and the truth that all things work together for good to those who love God. &lt;em&gt;"People tell me good will come out of this. I don't see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no easy answers to such a pain-filled question. I've cried out to God many times wondering the same thing. I took a deep breath and tried to give her comfort with the same words of life that God has comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We don't always know God's ways," I said. "But as we get to know God better through the Bible, we learn that we can trust Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes," she answered.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But what good came out of it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This woman was hurting. Part of me knew that any answer I would give her at that moment wouldn't be good enough. I've learned that when I am hurting, the only way I've found rest and peace is by turning my eyes back on my Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know all the ways God is working this out for good, but I've had many opportunities to share Jesus Christ with people. People need to know that they can have a home in Heaven that lasts forever when they trust Jesus as their personal Savior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her face drop. I didn't want to keep heaping her with words she wasn't ready to hear. So I left her with this thought. It is where God by the leading of the Holy Spirit takes me when I begin to question His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've learned I can trust God because God is always good, no matter what happens. I may not see this side of Heaven the good that God is working, but I know that I can trust Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess it comes back to trust, doesn't it?" she replied.&lt;/em&gt; Trusting God was the key point of my talk at this women's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart ached for this woman in her pain. &lt;em&gt;"Yes," I answered. "I suppose it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In preparing my message, I looked up the definition of trust in the dictionary. Trust is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"An assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I told the women’s group that in my pain I have chosen to place my confidence, my trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the key to finding peace in our pain is by simply trusting our Father God. Some may say that's a pat answer, or a simple answer to a difficult question. But it is the only answer that has given me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ready to fully trust God?&lt;/strong&gt; It all starts with a relationship with Him through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have that assurance of a personal relationship with God today, you can. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Accept&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the truth that God loves you and that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ to die on the cross to save you from your sin. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in your heart that Jesus died and rose again from the dead to save you from your sin and give you a home in Heaven. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with your mouth that you need Jesus as your personal Savior. Ask Jesus to come into your heart and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A-B-C: Accept, Believe, Confess&lt;/span&gt; - It's that easy. Jesus has done all the work and paid the price for you. He loves you. Won't you trust Him today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says in Jeremiah 17:7, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Blessed (or happy) is the man who trusts in the LORD, And whose hope is LORD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I care about you and I am praying for you. God knows your name. And if you would like to write to me personally, my email address is in the sidebar. Please put in the subject line, "Anna's Place" so I can be looking for you. I don't have all the answers, but I can point you to the One who does, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Susan Kelly Skitt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-349270740975929506?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/349270740975929506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/349270740975929506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheres-good.html' title='Where&apos;s the Good?'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-4754827159544637597</id><published>2007-12-29T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:12:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.' Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me." (2 Corinthians 12:9 NASB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-4754827159544637597?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4754827159544637597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/4754827159544637597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-has-said-to-me-my-grace-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-9158241458400220432</id><published>2007-12-08T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:04:07.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily...</title><content type='html'>Day by day and with each passing moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the words to that hymn? (&lt;a href="http://www.hymnal.net/cgi-bin/hymns/hymn?t=h&amp;amp;n=713"&gt;click here to check it out&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God in our grief is a &lt;strong&gt;daily&lt;/strong&gt; process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was encouraged by Day 13's GriefShare email which includes thoughts from Women of Faith author Barbara Johnson. Two of Barbara's son's died. She talks about how we live in a broken world and how as a Christian, each day is an opportunity to serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short devotional goes on to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are at a point where you need to decide whom you will lean on, trust, and put your hope in. Now is the time to search God's Word and hold on to this lifeline. God will meet you where you are, at your point of pain. Seek Him, talk to Him, and learn about Him. He is the only way out of despair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, truly Jesus is the only way out of despair. He gives us life and makes life worth living, day by day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Being confident of this very thing, that he who hath begun a good work in you will perform it unto the day of Jesus Christ;" Philippians 1:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-9158241458400220432?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9158241458400220432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9158241458400220432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-by-day.html' title='Daily...'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-9097217168189261871</id><published>2007-11-29T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:14:00.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Ever Get Over It?</title><content type='html'>You may wonder, "When will I get over this? Will I ever truly be free from the grief process?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest with you all. I've had to evaluate a lot of things in the last fifteen years. Yes, it's been fifteen years since my first husband went home to be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look back at some previous posts, you'll see I've often said this about grieving the death of a loved one. "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've questioned myself about that. I've thought "We'll Susan, maybe you should be over it. After all it's been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifteen years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." I've wondered if I was wrong for feeling that way. I've thought, "Maybe I'm not fully trusting Jesus." Even though I have moved on with my life, a part of me will always miss my first husband. He was my friend and nobody can ever take the special place he holds in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take some of my own advice. I signed up for the daily emails for grief recovery from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GriefShare&lt;/span&gt;. (see my side bar for a link to sign up) I'm so glad I did. I'm only on day four but after reading a quote from Dr. Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crabb&lt;/span&gt;, who I highly respect as a man of God, I feel a burden lifted. I feel like I've been given permission to say, "You learn to live with it, but you never get over it." Well, at least this side of Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crabb&lt;/span&gt; has to say about his grieving experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"It's been seven years, and I'm still going through it," says Dr. Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crabb&lt;/span&gt;, whose brother died in a plane crash. "I don't know if it's a very holy thing to admit, but when someone says, 'Well, it's been a week, a month, a year--Larry, for you it's been seven years. Get a grip. Where's your faith in Christ, for goodness' sake?' I get really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing the Lord and His comfort does not take away the ache; instead, it supports you in the middle of the ache. Until I get home to heaven, there's going to be an ache that won't quit. The grieving process for me is not so much a matter of getting rid of the pain, but not being controlled by the pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, and that's the key, NOT BEING CONTROLLED BY THE PAIN. You never truly get rid of the pain, oh it will lessen in many ways through the years, but I believe with all my heart, we won't have a pain free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; until we go home to be with Jesus. Jesus says in John 16:33, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when those pangs of loss wash over you anew, when those inevitable triggers happen? Cast your burden of pain at Jesus feet. Simply call out to Jesus and ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading in the book of Jeremiah and I see God continually reaching out to His people, pleading with them to come to Him. Listen to what God says to Jeremiah in chapter 33, verse 3. It's important to remember that at the time, Jeremiah the prophet was locked up in the court of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prison&lt;/span&gt; for proclaiming God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call out to Jesus today, and tomorrow, and the next day. Call to Him next week, next month, next year. Don't let a day slip by where you don't call on the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, He loves you and I do to. Give it to Jesus, all of it... no... all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-9097217168189261871?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9097217168189261871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/9097217168189261871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-i-ever-get-over-it.html' title='Will I Ever Get Over It?'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-3887747207417961758</id><published>2007-11-25T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:37:51.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word of Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R0oxXXUkasI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OB7W1HaT1EI/s1600-h/DSCN1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136972602436512450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R0oxXXUkasI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OB7W1HaT1EI/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Bible verse has brought me through many tears and trials. I feel compelled to share it with you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And the LORD, he it is who doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee; fear not, neither be dismayed." Deuteronomy 31:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep trusting Jesus. He loves you with an everlasting love. Don't give up. He will see you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and prayers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-3887747207417961758?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/3887747207417961758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/3887747207417961758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2007/11/word-of-encouragement.html' title='A Word of Encouragement'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yhhfg4WN23s/R0oxXXUkasI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OB7W1HaT1EI/s72-c/DSCN1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340181287843782631.post-5170958457063486707</id><published>2007-11-18T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:57:56.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Up</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Brandilyn Collins suspense thriller, &lt;em&gt;Dead of Night&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without elaborating on the book (I did enjoy it, scary but redemptive all at the same time, just like life), there was a morgue scene in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated about writing on this.  At first I thought, “I’ve moved past this, God has brought healing, right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought, I want to tell you about the healing he brought through unthinkable pain.  Maybe you’re ready to read this now.  Maybe you’ll have to put this aside and wait for another time.  Pray before you proceed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two state troopers announced my husband’s sudden death in an auto-accident, I was told later that evening that family would need to identify him.  Okay, here it goes—sometimes you don’t know how you’ll react until you’re in a situation, but this is what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to go.  I refused to go, at first.  I was afraid.  Afraid of what I might see.  Afraid that Gerry’s body would  be deformed from the accident.  Afraid that in his final moments from the trauma of the accident that there would be a look of horror left on Gerry’s once handsome features.  I did not want to see that.  I did not know what to expect and it scared me witless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, Gerry’s parents, and Gerry’s brother went to identify Gerry’s body at the hospital morgue.  They returned and told me, “It was okay.  He was recognizable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember specifics; I think it was the next day that I went along with the rest of my family, my sisters and brother, Gerry’s sisters and brother.  I had all ready decided there was not going to be an open casket for many reasons (more on that another time), so this would be our “good-bye” in a sense.  I knew Gerry was a child of God and had accepted Jesus Christ into his life as his personal Savior, so he was with Jesus in Heaven.  But this was the last time I’d see his physical body for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened before and after the morgue is a blur.  But I remember sitting in the waiting room, crying silently in my heart to God.  My chest hurt, my head hurt, my heart felt like it was breaking in two.  My mom and dad came on either side of me, each grasping one of my arms.  Together, the three of us walked into the morgue.  My body shook uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been in a morgue before, when I was in school, training for the medical technology field.  One of our educational trips was to the morgue.  What was once a detached educational experience, now was real life.  It felt like a bad movie, a horror movie, and I was the main character.  Could this really be happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was white and green and steel.  And there in the middle of the sterile room, with its pungent detergent smell was my beloved.  He lay on a cold steel table with a sheet pulled up to his chest.  I shuffled closer with my parents holding me up on either side.  My knees buckled.  “Oh dear God!  Gerry…”  I gasped for breath.  My throat felt tight, just like last night when the officers first delivered the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at Gerry’s face from a safe distance, looking for tell-tale signs of trauma.  A few cuts and bruises, I was surprised at how good he looked.  But there was something that shocked me even more.  Gerry looked like he was sleeping.  Yes, sleeping.  His face, after all he had been through in the car roll-over and ejection, Gerry looked peaceful.  God had met him in that final moment and somehow given him a peace that translated its evidence onto Gerry’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying, “Mom, Dad, it’s just his shell.  It’s just his shell.  Gerry’s with Jesus.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath shuddered.  My body felt hot and weak and heavy.  I wanted to touch Gerry, but I couldn’t.  Something within me held me back.  I was afraid he would be cold to the touch.  I didn’t want that to be my last memory of him.  So I held my hand back, stiff, longing to reach out and smooth the soft, wavy hair away from his forehead.  His eyes were closed, his beautiful blue eyes that would melt you with one glimpse.  His mouth, slightly open would never speak again this side of Heaven.  I would have to wait, yes, wait and pray, and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my parents held me up, God has held me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to hold you too.  Let Him gently take your arms; let Jesus hold you up.  He has done that for me, bringing me healing despite the pain.  He has continued to hold me through the long days and nights.  And even though I may not feel His physical presence, He promises He is there just the same.  I know it.  I believe it.  The Bible promises it and that’s all I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for you.  Please, let Jesus hold you.  He loves you and I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Susan Kelly Skitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”  2 Corinthians 3:17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340181287843782631-5170958457063486707?l=shareyourgrief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5170958457063486707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340181287843782631/posts/default/5170958457063486707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shareyourgrief.blogspot.com/2007/11/hold-me-up.html' title='Hold Me Up'/><author><name>Susan Skitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871921369901815459</uri><email>susanskitt@verizon.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10403971451232603236'/></author></entry></feed>