2 Corinthians 12:9-10
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
Had 2 funerals this past weekend, my Uncle Russell's and my aunt Dot's. It was amazing to see cosuins and aunts I hadnt seen in many years. My aunt's son Michael is a big, strapping man now. I havent seen him since he was a teen. He had made a box to hold his moms ashes, and it was resting at the gravesite after the ceremony. He was standing there, lost in thought, just quietly saying goodbye I guess. Suddenly, Ciarra tugged her hand out of mine, and I turned to see her standing beside Michael. she looked up at him, very quietly said "are you sad?" and then put her teeny little hand in his huge one and started to pray. It was otherwordly.
She said a very few words, and I dont know exactly what she said because she whispered, but it was "Dear God and Jesus" something. Then she turned to this 6 foot plus many man and said as clear as a bell "I can give you a hug to make you feel better. Dont be sad, your Mom is with God and Jesus now." She hugged him very close, and then turned and left him there, he looked at me in sort of shcok, like "what the HECK?!" with a huge smile on his face and tears in his eyes. It was a very strange, powerful encounter.
What's most odd about it is that I wasnt shocked by it. She has done things like this a few times, she has this odd THING about her that just seems so self confidant and strong in cases of death. She is POWERFUL, like this little mini minister person. I am in awe of her ability to comfort people.
To me, it is a very overpowering feeling of kindness, love, goodness. I feel honored to have it near me, but it is so clearly NOT mine, not guided or taught by me, it just IS.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
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