This past semester I learned more about God than I expected to.
The semester started off well. I had submitted my application for SUNY Plattsburgh for graduate school right after I got back from Christmas break. I was in an entire semester of psychology classes.
That’s when God taught me about just how much he comforts those who are hurting.
On the morning of February 27th I got a phone call. I had been waking up consistently for the past two weeks at 6:45 in the morning. Now my classes start at 8am. So why in the world would I wake up that early?
A dozen missed calls.
It was a Monday. I picked up my phone to see just who in the world would call at least a dozen times over the night but I feel like I knew the answer. Just as I unlocked my phone I started receiving another phone call. My mother.
My grandfather had died. Early that morning. I was told it was peaceful for him. I’m not sure it was for the rest of my family.
I had talked to him only the day before. I always called home on Sunday, and I didn’t know that would be the last time I would talk to him. But just about the last thing he said to me was: “I just gotta make it til May right?”
The one thing he wanted to do most was see me graduate from Clarkson. He was so very proud of me.
I was home later that day, and then on my way to the funeral home to help work out details.
I stayed home that week and on Saturday we had the funeral. I’ve written about it in other posts so I don’t think I’ll belabor the point. It was a beautiful day though. Two of my closest friends traveled down from Clarkson to come and just spent time talking with me while there.
I headed back the next day because, well, school didn’t stop just for me. It continued on in spite of my absence.
But God taught me all about being the comfort for the hurting during that time period. I’m very grateful for that experience. It also produced for me a line I’ll probably keep using for the rest of my life.
There is a time to mourn the life that was lost, but then there must come a time when you celebrate the life that was lived.
I found a God who comforted me in my pain and sadness. It was a great learning time, one that I didn’t expect, nor particularly enjoy…but it was unfortunately bound to happen at some point in time.
I continued to learn from God, this time about spiritual warfare. In the community group Ben and I have been leading we encountered something unexpected.