By Lynna Clark
It’s been a week since David’s passing. And it’s starting to feel real. Yesterday, Sunday, our regular routine of breakfast, church online, time on the deck with our coffee, or lately a tall glass of cold water, was not to be. I’ve never been a television person and don’t understand all the remotes. I now know one of them turns on the overhead fan and lights. Plus thanks to my son-in-law Jeff, I somewhat know how to turn on the TV. But to find Elevation Worship on YouTube? It was pretty much a crapshoot.
That’s where I was Sunday morning. Using words like crapshoot and crapstorm and stinkin’ dadblame stupid remotes. TRYIN’ TO WORSHIP HERE PEOPLE! Where’s the YOUTUBE?!! Then there it was… I don’t know why. I certainly wasn’t praying.
But somebody was.
So I listened to the very good message which seemed tailor made for me and found myself worshiping. As I thought on the things that were said, I fixed a bowl of Cheerios with an overripe banana and headed to the deck. That was mine and David’s Sunday morning thing… sitting on the deck and talking about the good things from the message. But it was quiet. Too quiet. And it hit me. David’s not going to join me here… ever again.
By bedtime, the reality of his passing was full blown. A while later, the Lord whispered a verse from 2 Timothy. “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” I needed that so much. It dawned on me that as long as I live in fear, I will not have peace. Instead I need the power and love and especially the sound mind that He so gently offers. It seems that as long as I walk in fear, those good things can’t come. As I write this, another verse came to mind.
2 Corinthians 10:5 reminds us to “bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ.” I pray that He will do this for me. May the Lord gently keep us who know Him from fear as we bring our thoughts into submission to Him. Sometimes that’s the first and greatest step towards a sound mind.
O Lord, how I need the peace that only You can give.

About ten years ago, on a road trip to see our children in Texas.