tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post8519504187190728442..comments2023-04-04T01:19:43.025-07:00Comments on The Flog – The Fabry Log: Pain's PowerChris Fabryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04659256097054720180noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-89017471255012564862009-04-30T15:48:00.000-07:002009-04-30T15:48:00.000-07:00M,
I'm sorry for your loss. You're right that this...M,<br />I'm sorry for your loss. You're right that this doesn't fit everyone's circumstance. Losing such a dear one is not always God pruning us. Obviously God allowed that to happen, but to say he is pruning you would not be correct. I'm sure you'd agree that you've learned things you would never have learned, but if given the choice, you'd take your husband back. My heart goes out to you in this season. May God walk closely beside you--or carry you through the next phase of your journey. And thanks for reading the blog!Chris Fabryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04659256097054720180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-41771269491817043942009-04-30T12:39:00.000-07:002009-04-30T12:39:00.000-07:00Chris,
Listneing to the program. Not sure I agree...Chris,<br />Listneing to the program. Not sure I agree totally. I believe God has a plan and that there is beaty from ashes. I was diagnosed with Chronic Progressive MS shortly after my husband and I were married. My husband was the BEST care partner any one could ask for. Our marriage was happy and we felt God had blessed us tremendously. Despite my MS, we were able to give of our time and talents, volunteering and helping others. We had just found a new church home. <br />My husband suddenly died in a tragic accident. To say that we weren't fruitful isn't really helpful. I realize that My husband is home with the Lord and I will see him again. I have a hard time seeing that I needed to be pruned like this in order to be even more fruitful. I was not a "dependent" person before or after my diagnosis. I believe in Jeremiah 29:11. He has a plan for me. Just not sure this fits for every one.<br />MAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11279324625385630256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1893204038198431673.post-60138901873805973542009-04-29T21:51:00.000-07:002009-04-29T21:51:00.000-07:00Chris, as usual you have gone to the heart of an i...Chris, as usual you have gone to the heart of an issue and given us the central truth. You and your family have learned so much about pain ... you know whereof you speak.<br /><br />I am reminded of the Casting Crowns song, "I'll Praise You in the Storm," - the opening that talks about how he thought Jesus would have been back by now. When he says "And it's still raining," I feel it to my core. So often I want to cry "make it stop, Lord, please make it stop." And sometimes I can only groan, as you so neatly described it. <br /><br />I want my mom to recover. I want my sister to be healed. I want a job. I ... I ... I. And when the pattern is displayed, the tears come because my heart knows it should be "You, Lord; You, Father." And I groan as much in guilt of my misdirected pleas as in the pain of need.<br /><br />Thank you for the reminder, Chris. None of us suffers alone and each of us can offer a measure of solace to others. Be blessed, my friend.Mary Beth Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17617655259800289131noreply@blogger.com