A missed post

Two for one
This past weekend was not high on my list of great weekends of all time.
We got the news late last week that my cousin Pam had a pretty severe stroke and that they would be honoring her request to not maintain her life on machines and would be terminating life support. Last Saturday, she went home to be with the Lord and her body would be flown to Birmingham for burial.
In the days following her passing, my cousin Bill gave up his fight for life and he also went home to be with Christ.
Yes, within a few days of each other, I had two family members pass away, one on each side of my parents family. The irony of this is that this is not the first time that this has happened to my family.
So going into the weekend I knew that it was going to be tough. I knew that there was going to be a lot of grief, a lot of tears shed, and a lot of family members that I rarely see, on both sides. To make it even TOUGHER, I got a call from a close pastor friend who would be doing Pam’s service. The family had asked for me to be involved in the service. My first funeral.
So Friday night I picked up the new sports coat that I bought and Steph and I headed to Bama for what was expected to be a hard few days.
To quote a character from one of my favorite shows, “I can turn this around!”
Saturday, night Dwayne and I met with Pam’s family to talk about the service and where God was leading us in the service. We had talked earlier to get some direction. God was leading him to use Psalms 23 and leading me to give a salvation message. When we told the family this, God showed up in a huge way. The two things that they were requesting we’re exactly what God had given me and Dwayne.
Sunday Steph and I decided to do something that I had wanted to do for some time. Instead of going to First Baptist Odenville, we chose instead to go to Church of Brook Hills, the church where David Platt was the lead pastor.
Although we didn’t get to hear him speak, I did get to meet him and hear his mentor, Jim Shaddix speak and he was awesome. I met with Jim after the service. What a great first impression. I hope to connect up with him more in the near future.
That afternoon, we had a lot of mom’s family members come over to spend time with Jill and Uncle Richard. More tears were shed, hugs were everywhere and there was plenty of food. Southerner’s know how to take care of people when someone close passes away.
Today we had the service for Pam. I got to share the memories that I had of her along with memories shared by her family. She and I had connected early on in life but until this weekend, I never knew how much we had I common. Because of Pam, I shared the plan of salvation with family members that I know are not saved.
It was a tough weekend but hearing the memories of those who have gone on, getting to go to Church of Brook Hills and meeting the man who mentored a pastor that I have a lot of respect for, and having the honor of sharing the gospel to family, all of these things made what was expected to be a bad weekend…..AWESOME!

Dear God,
I went into this weekend knowing what was ahead of me. I knew it would be tough. I also knew you control the days ahead. I never expected the great weekend that you gave me in a time of so much grief in my family. You took a very sorrowful time and turned tears into laughter, loss into remembrance. Thank you for the time that you gave me to share with family,for the opportunity that You gave me to share Your gospel message.