About a year ago, I met Susan B. Mead.
Quickly, I was captivated by her outgoing and gregarious personality. Humor sparkled just about every sentence she spoke and a smile grew across her cheeks constantly!
We were gathered together, along with some other ladies for a work session and work we did do! Susan is smart and she was charged with and eagerly shared her professional experiences concerning writing, public speaking and internet blogging. I was all ears and leaned in to receive what she had to say.
Truly, I enjoyed our time of learning that had been laced with laughter!
Indeed, Susan provided a wealth of knowledge I needed.
As our session drew to a close I scooped up my notes, packed away my computer equipment and began to say my goodbyes.
And, that is when this organized exchange of ideas suddenly shifted to a time of inspiration and appreciation!
The last few minutes of time spent at the gathering allowed for more intimate conversations. The attendees mingled with one another and met on a more personal note.
It was then, I learned that Susan and I shared the same painful loss. For her, it was a beloved 21 year old son whose life was lost to a lethal combination of drugs and alcohol. In turn, I exposed the circumstances surrounding the loss of Samantha, my precious 12 year old daughter.
We agreed, the death of a child, regardless of how it happens just plain HURTS!!!!!!!
Thankfully our conversation didn’t end there. Instead, I poised myself as the learner and listener again, leaning in to receive what Susan had to say. She was further into the painstaking ping pong process of lamenting and living. As well, I figured I could use a tip or two about how to go on.
No longer did her language focus on web page clicks and FB friends.
Instead, her previous instructive tone turned into exuberance as she sang the praises of her Savior, glorifying the God who had saved her from the dark depths of grief and despair!
Her testament was real! She spoke of anguish and heartache! But excitement and a sense of awe overcame her as she extolled the saving grace and mercy she received from Jesus Christ.
I invite you to hear the same healing message as I did on that day!
Be blessed, allow yourself to be carried and let peace prevail as you read Susan B Mead’s devotional –
March 31, 2015
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
Grief hits each one of us and can come from so many different directions.
A romantic relationship gone awry. The loss of a cherished friendship. A puppy put down. Empty arms and a broken heart due to abortion. Infertility. Abuse. The death of a loved one.
Dreams with a hope and future dashed in an instant. I know. I’ve lived it, too.
A phone call changed my hopes and future as Matt, my older son, wailed into the phone about my younger son, “Kyle died last night!”
Today, Susan’s high spirit and happy heart are offer hope and healing to all who are hurting!
Thank you Gracious God for your everlasting promise to move us from grief to grace!