Shari Popejoy
About the Author

Shari Popejoy, author of 8 books, lives in the quiet country of the Ozarks with her husband Marc, and their 3 children. 27 years = Won Without Words!

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  1. Oh. My. You dug deep into my heart where the pain still resides from the loss of my own, and yet I felt that pain dance with the joy and acceptance of God’s will – where I decided that I’d worship Him, even in the loss. You made words for this feeling I have and didn’t even know it. Your words breathe life and inspire peace-receiving, and you have a gift to spark healing in the choice of gratefulness for all being Grace.

    Rich blessings to you, Shari, as you worship Him in the *All*…

    • Amy, I love your word picture — “pain dance with the joy”. Beautiful, poetic picture of redemption! Thank you for your beautiful blessing.

      • I just have to tell you that you encouraged me so much, Shari. Something specific in what you said was really very enlightening. Thank YOU.

  2. What a beautiful incident and telling of it! I’m sorry for your loss but very grateful the Lord freed you to share it for the good of others. The last two paragraphs are my favorite bit.

    May you find grace and peace for whatever God appoints for you today and continue releasing His fragrance.

  3. What a beautiful story. I think we all need to become more vulnerable and share what God has allowed to cross our path. Thank you for doing exactly that.

  4. WOW!! Thank you! Your words couldn’t be more appropriate for this time in my life. Driving home tonight, I felt myself questioning God (again) and asking “why” and “what’s next”?! Thanks for using your situation to encourage others and to bring Him glory!

    • Let’s Just pause together a moment and breathe deeply, and allow Him to fill our lives with the fragrance of His perfect peace! A dear friend just mentioned the other day that instead of asking God “Why?” she has begun to ask “How? How will you use this for my good, for my growth, for your glory?” I want to try that!

  5. So, I’m not the only one God came to like that. The night my baby died at 7 and a half months old our pastor brought 2 yellow roses from his garden for us. He told us how Martin Luther had kept a rose with him while he was on trial to remind him of the scent of heaven. At first I thought it was a kind gesture, that was until the fragrance of those roses filled the entire room. It was like pure rose oil essence. I have never smelled anything like it. I never knew there could be such awe and wonder on such a dark night, but God was with us, the scent of heaven flowing to prepare her for burial and fill us with hope.
    Thank you for reminding me to hold on to the wonder and worship as the tough times of grief have now hit.

    • Oh Philippa, thank you for sharing that beautiful testimony of the sweet present presence of God, Immanuel, God with us. Whenever your heart is heavy with grief, I hope you remember to pause and breathe deeply of the comforting presence of His grace and peace. Thank you for trusting us with your precious memory.

  6. “Has your bruising released a fragrance? Don’t hide or run from the pain.” Oh, thank you for these words. My heart feels like it’s being ripped in two. I so needed to read your post today. I must not run from God’s healing hand. It’s just so hard…mourning our losses.

    • Yes, mourning is the proof that we have truly loved, and thus is our trophy of love, and yet He gives us the oil of joy as a fragrant exchange for our mourning — in due season.