Questions & Answers: Grieving

Days ago, I chose to most quietly honor the birthday anniversary of my beloved late Dad, Ronald Vaughn. Reflecting on his earthly life, I held with peace the blessed memory wherefore the Dearest Master in His kindness granted to me in a former season of comfort. In that certain season, our Lord graciously granted revelation and also shewed me in a holy vision my late Dad in eternal rest.

You might say, I hath not been granted any memory of my Dad ofttimes before our Holy God in prayer. Yet, at the end of the season of his earthly life, he became most faithful with his attendance at a large church in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn.

Returning now to my Dad’s prayers, thy Lord spake to me of Him lovingly leading my father to strategic prayers before his sudden passing for my protection in the Earth and for thy Lord’s will to be fulfilled in my life. For sure, my three younger siblings and I shall be eternally grateful for the comfort of my father’s prayers, ensuring that, albeit his earthly life was not lengthy in many years, Daddy finished well.

And so, I gather today I shall conclude this time of answering certain questions asked about my Dad. I pray it shall glorify our Eternal Father, testifying that my most courageous Dad, most loved music, and for his love of it, it caused my childhood to be filled with vibrancy and color: music and Dad’s blessed art drawn with his anointed hands covered the walls of our homes.

Further, I shall say, it seemed most unusual how my soul purposed to mourn my beloved Dad, for after his passing, the music suddenly ceased playing in my life. Chiefly, it became a season when I was not able to listen to music. In His pity, our Dearest Master chose to destroy the grief as I was led to listen every morning for a time to an 2001 “Shekinah Glory” album.

As for my dearest and beloved mother, I hath ofttimes testified of even years of mourning her. It well agreed with the Godhead I would not endureth the selfsame season of mourning my Dad’s departure from Earth. Yet, mother, who was a most delicate woman, loved to cook and host friends and family in her kitchen. In mourning my beloved mother, I ceased delighting in cooking for a time at home. How blessed was our Dearest Master’s mercy toward me, for in it He was most faithful to sendeth a prophet to minister to me who spake a word from the Eternal Spirit of God, whereby in its commandment it guided me back to some comfort. For eternity spake: “It’s time to go back to the kitchen and cook.”

Surely, I praise thy Lord, for when I returned to enjoyment in the kitchen, our Dearest Master granted me a blessed anointing to be a most particular cook. Oh, I most love now to spend time with Him there!

Thank you most kindly for your patience with the questions, dearest friends.

Thy Lord be praised!