If you’ve been following me on social media, you know that last week I suffered through the heartbreaking knowledge that a fellow Christian blogger, Mandy Kelly of Worshipful Living, had died in a tragic house fire along with her husband and two out of her four children (to participate in donations for the remaining children, this is the church’s site. Go to GIVE and select the Kelly Fund).
I had never met this woman, and yet the knowledge of her death rocked me immensely. She was only a face in a blogging group, and yet, somehow my spirit mourned her loss on this earth.
As I looked over her blog and Facebook page, it became clear why my soul was feeling the loss: this woman lived her life for eternity.
A Life Lived for Eternity
It is amazing me how even a life only known in the virtual spaces of the internet could effect the lives of so many individuals. Just the other day the kids and I were discussing how we have influence on others, whether we like it or not, and it is up to us to determine what kind of an influence we are for them.
Will we be a Light for them, or another voice of darkness?
Is the hope that we share placed on the shoulders of man and things, or the strength and Sovereignty of our Abba?
These are the things that we have before us each and every day: to influence for evil or good.
And, everything inside of my spirit could feel the loving and eternity-minded heart of Mandy.
Even her stream of pre-planned and scheduled Facebook posts showed the Light of the Lord radiating within her…and my spirit wept from the loss of that life on the earth, and yet rejoiced with others that she was now with our Savior for eternity, where struggle no longer exists.
What Does Your Life Say?
My soul yearns so, so much to be this kind of Light in this dark world. Mandy was a shining Light through her cracked and chipped vessel of imperfection made perfect in love.
Through the facades that often pervade online, her transparent love for our Abba radiated.
And, I so want to be like her.
This week of mourning and processing revealed my immediate response in the face of death: I just wanted to hold my kids, love my husband, and truly give thanks for the amazing joys of life! I wanted nothing but to truly FEEL the delights of each and every day, and never take for granted the blessings set right before me.
Yet, I know this is not my constant state. I know how I can struggle with insecurity, distractions, frustrations, and annoyance. But, until that sweet day of eternity comes, He is still working on me to cleanse me of my impurities.
Let us run the race set out for us
Let us not grow weary in doing good for at the proper time we will reap a harvest, if you do not give up.” ~ Gal. 6: 9
Sweet sister, you were made for a purpose. Even when you cannot see how deeply your life affects the lives of others, our Abba is weaving together a beautiful tapestry to be seen from the heights of Heaven. In this time we only see the underside, the twisted, ugly turns of string, connected in ways that make absolutely no sense.
A black string here, blue string there, white strings intermittently, red throughout.
We never know how the string of our season is purposefully connected to affect another part of the tapestry. We can, however, surely trust that it is.
Judgement from man matters nothing for eternity. Love much, speak the Truth, and Trust in our Abba. Period.
Hold tightly to Him, even in the darkest seasons. He is weaving your life together in purpose.
“The Master Weaver’s Plan” (A Poem by Corrie Ten Boom)
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.”
For a list of other bloggers doing a tribute for Mandy Kelly, see here.