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Saturday Snaps: Joy in the Mourning

April 9, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

Sounds of the mourning dove.

Mourning is not forgetting… It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust. ~Margery Allingham

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. ~William Wordsworth

Snuggle in God’s arms. When you are hurting, when you feel lonely, left out. Let Him cradle you, comfort you, reassure you of His all-sufficient power and love. ~Kay Arthur

You don’t have to be alone in your hurt! Comfort is yours. Joy is an option. And it’s all been made possible by your Saviour. He went without comfort so you might have it. He postponed joy so you might share in it. He willingly chose isolation so you might never be alone in your hurt and sorrow. ~Joni Eareckson Tada

In the secret of God’s tabernacle no enemy can find us, and no troubles can reach us. The pride of man and the strife of tongues find no entrance into the pavilion of God. The secret of his presence is a more secure refuge than a thousand Gibraltars. I do not mean that no trials come. They may come in abundance, but they cannot penetrate into the sanctuary of the soul, and we may dwell in perfect peace even in the midst of life fiercest storms. ~Hannah Whitall Smith

Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion on you. ~Isaiah 54:10 (NIV)

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. ~John 14:27 (NIV)

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. ~Revelation 21:4 (NIV)

 

Praying for your joy in the midst of your mourning,

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  1. HisFireFly says

    April 9, 2011 at 2:01 pm

    Thank you for these today … my cries partner with those of the doves

    • Sandra says

      April 10, 2011 at 4:07 pm

      I kind of like the one in “prayer.”

  2. Melinda Lancaster says

    April 9, 2011 at 2:53 pm

    Please tell me which Kay Arthur book you quoted from. I need it.
    Beautiful post.

    • Sandra says

      April 10, 2011 at 4:09 pm

      Thanks, Melinda. Honestly, I haven’t been able to find the original source of the quote–whether from a book or just from a lecture. I just saw it posted all over, and it sounded like her. Have you read When the Hurt Runs Deep?

      • Melinda Lancaster says

        April 11, 2011 at 2:16 pm

        No. Just a sample. I was wondering if came from that book. Would give me an “excuse” to buy it. I’ve already used half of my book budget for this year. Sigh.

        • Sandra says

          April 11, 2011 at 5:34 pm

          I downloaded the book to my Kindle and searched, but it’s not there. I think it’s from several years ago. A good word, though.

          One of my very favorite books of Kay’s, one that I turn to often, is As Silver Refined.

  3. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    April 9, 2011 at 4:07 pm

    Again, beautiful pictures and comforting words. I have always loved listening to the Mourning Dove and now, after reading your post, I will always associate their coo with God’s comfort and promises. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

    • Sandra says

      April 10, 2011 at 4:10 pm

      Thanks, Cecilia. They are such gentle and trusting creatures.

  4. nance marie says

    April 9, 2011 at 11:38 pm

    i sure like the sound of a dove.
    thanks for this lovely post.

    • Sandra says

      April 10, 2011 at 4:11 pm

      Me, too. Thanks.

  5. diana says

    April 10, 2011 at 10:59 pm

    This is my favorite one this week – thanks so much for pictures and words. We have a couple of mourning doves who land on the small fountain just outside our bedroom window – and I love the sound they make. You’ve captured them perfectly, in both pictures and words. Thanks so much.

    • Sandra says

      April 11, 2011 at 5:36 pm

      Thank you, Diana. I’m going to have to try that 5-minute Friday prompt sometime. 🙂

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