Real Life Miracles

He turned my Mourning into Joy

Wed, Dec 6, 2017 by Lye Huixian

Two Lives Coming Together

I met Dick at a carecell birthday party in 1997. In that first meeting, I noticed how tall and witty he was. As we started dating, I was touched by his generosity toward those around him. We dated for five years and I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with him.

  

Dick, the Loving Husband and Father

We got married and over time, our family grew to include four lovely daughters—Isabelle, Victoria, Audrey, and Emma.

 

Dick was a caring father. He ferried our daughters to and from classes, had no qualms about splurging on them, and would read devotions with them, teaching them that God is their provider.


He was also a supportive husband. He brought me to eat wherever I fancied and took me out for walks. He guided me in my business’ finances on top of his own work commitments. He doted on me and sheltered me from a chaotic world. I was very dependent on him.

 

 

The Day that Changed Everything

On December 5, 2015, Dick and I had plans to attend a Christmas lunch party. He was to pick me up at 10am from home. He had texted me to tell me that he was on the way.

 

At 10.30am, there was still no sign of him. I became worried and tried calling him. The phone kept ringing.

 

At 11am, assuming that he was already there, I set off for the party on my own. When I arrived, he wasn’t there. My heart raced and I became really worried. Did something bad happen to him?

 

At 1pm, I received a frantic call from my helper. There were policemen at our home. My heart sank. The drive home was the worst journey of my life. When I arrived, the policemen broke the news: Dicks was in an accident and he hadn’t survived.

 

My heart shattered. My mind was in a state of shock. I went to lie down, hoping that it was all a nightmare.

 

It wasn’t. When I got up minutes later, the policemen were still in the living room. That’s when it really hit me—Dick was gone.

 

In the days that followed, I had many questions. Why had this happened to Dick? How would my daughters grow up without their father?

 

Fear overwhelmed me, flooding my mind with worry and anger. I lacked the courage to face each day and cried every night, entertaining thoughts of dying. What kept me going were my four daughters. I could not leave them alone.

 

 

Struggling Alone

As I tried to pull myself together for my daughters, the nightmare seemed to get worse. Dick and I had taken out various mortgages. Our finances had to be sorted out. I feared that we wouldn’t have enough to live on in the years to come.

 

When I was troubled last time, I’d share it with Dick. Now, I only ached with pain of losing my soul mate. I longed for his reassuring presence. In my darkest nights of grief, I would have no one to share my burdens.

 

 

Standing Up Again

To distract myself from the pain, I poured my energy into my work. I even relocated my family to Jakarta in 2016 for a change of environment, hoping for a fresh start.

 

I’d lost my identity as Dick’s wife and didn’t like being labeled as a widow. I sought to find my purpose and identity.

 

That’s when I started to press in to God, listening to sermons and meditating on God’s Word. He then revealed this truth: My identity came not from being a wife, mother, or businesswoman. My identity is found in Christ alone. Only He could satisfy me. Only He could heal my inner being.

 

 

Finding Hope in God’s Goodness

During this time, God spoke to me through His Word. “Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4) By Jesus’ work on the cross, death has lost its sting. I have the resurrected life in Christ! The devil stole much from me, but Jesus had come to give me life, and life more abundantly. (John 10:10)

 

I claimed God’s Word that He will turn my mourning into joy. (Psalm 30:11; Jeremiah 31:13) I learned to let my tears be a balm to my spirit man—not all things are good, but God works all things for good. (Roman 8:28)

 

It also says in 2 Timothy 4:7: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.” Dick had finished his race on Earth. His desire to pursue love and righteousness had left a legacy for our family to follow. Though I felt alone, I was reminded that the Holy Spirit resides within me. I could begin a new race and chapter with my Heavenly Father.

 

For 20 years, I’d been a “comfortable Christian”, not growing in my faith and knowledge of God. I prayed for God to renew my heart and mind, and started to eat well and exercise, so that I could be healthy and look after my daughters. I also started to volunteer with SPIN—a program supporting single-parent families.

 

Trinity’s Expansion, My Expansion

I couldn’t have faced my darkest moments without the love and support of fellow Trinitarians. They were God’s love wrapped in skin.

 

Even after relocating to Jakarta, God’s goodness followed. Just as Elijah brought life and provision to the widow of 1 Kings 17, God gave me an “Elijah moment” by launching Trinity@Jakarta.

 

Week after week, Pastor Dominic’s teachings from Potential to Fulfillment were like rain on a parched spirit. God is our source of favor, enabling me to move from potential to fulfillment. When things feel like they’re falling apart, they’re actually falling into place.

 

As church spoke about the Decade of Expansion, I was reminded of my personal expansion—to expand my spiritual growth, to have an enlarged vision, and to strengthen my faith.

 

He Turned My Mourning into Joy

In my grief, I found the keys to abundant living—to love the Lord with all my heart, soul, strength and mind. (Luke 10:27-28)

 

I discovered how to live and love again—to make each day count and be a blessing.