from me to you…
Have you ever been hit with something so hard where it feels like your whole life has been effected? I’ve been faced with a lot of challenges but what I’m dealing with now feels like a total knock out. One of my best sister/friends went to be with the Lord on January 15. I have always thought of myself as a strong faith fighter. I preach about it. I teach about it. I write about it. Let your faith fight for you. I know that to be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord. However, this knock down feel so unexpected. I started 2019 off with such enthusiasm. A new found love in prayer and journaling. Tackling life issues with the Word of God and faith. Then, as I stated earlier my sister/friend dies.
Today I was sitting thinking about her and I felt inspiration to write. I wanted to describe this feeling. The first thing that comes to mind is a boxing match. I thought that’s strange because I’m not a fan of boxing. However, I am impressed with boxers that take a heavy hit that knocks them off their feet and they get back up ready to continue the fight. Before writing this blog I watched the Muhammad Ali vs Joe Frazier fight. For some reason my focus was on Muhammad Ali. As I watched him start out strong, giving heavy hits as well as taking heavy hits from Joe Frazier. But where I get my motivation out of this fight is when Muhammad Ali took a knock down hit and got up immediately. His reaction to this hit that knocked him down is what spoke to me. The look of, I can’t believe that just happened. I’m the world’s greatest fighter. Of course that’s my interpretation.
These are my thoughts from my knock down. Why did her death knock me down? Why am I not getting up as fast as Ali did? I’m a great faith fighter. Why did her death knock me down? Why am I not getting up as fast as Ali? I am a great faith fighter. I ask myself these questions daily.
As I’m writing this, I just realized that my sister/friend Joyce Lynn-Tuck was a friend of Muhammad Ali and she worked in his camp as a cook many many years ago. 🙂 This brings a smile to me. I feel this is her letting me know…yes you took a knock down, but it’s time to get all the way up.
Death is never easy. I don’t care how prepared we think we are. Even if the person has been sick. It’s just not easy. But there is hope. I find comfort knowing that “blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted.” Today is a good day. I look forward to many more good days without my sister/friend. I know I will be writing about this experience again.
If you have taken a knock down this year or any other year, let’s shake it off and get back up.
In honor of my sister/friend Joyce Tuck-Lynn. Forever in my heart.
Blessings…
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Beautifully said !!! Words can not express the love God gives, so in every case we must get back up !
Amen! Thanks Tony.
We all have those great knockdowns that feel we can’t get up.
I just wanted to share this story with you. My knock down was when I lost my mother. I have told friends its the greatest knockdown in my life. I felt like I couldn’t get back up because I was hit so hard when she passed away like it took my breath away. I couldn’t pray, I couldn’t call on my Lord, I even dropped out of college. Nothing was working out for me. I couldn’t understand it, I could hear God speaking to my spirit saying I got you I need you to get up Tasha. I felt defeated like life won. Who knew that something that happens everyday would knock me off my foundation and turn my world upside down would keep me down for so long. It took years to heal. But those days when I couldn’t open my mouth and say father I need you, I can’t do this alone, is when I realized he was with me the whole time. He carried me through all those years of the greatest hurt I have ever felt. I morned for 10 years Donna!! I have never told anyone that. I’m not sure why I’m saying it now. But God healed me. That knock down felt like a knockout. My faith became so much stronger. I learned to rely and lean on him more. I will forever miss Aunt Joyce she had such a beautiful gentle soul, and would make us laugh so hard some days. I will always remember all the vacations, all the time I spent with her talking. I know she would want us to get up. I thank the lord for giving her to us. Thank you Donna for sharing this. XOXO
Tasha thanks so much for sharing. Very encouraging. Thank God I know our Father is with me. Each day gets a little better.