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He Said “Press” – Hearing God Through Grief Paperback, 192 pages He Said, “Press” is more than a book to help you endure your grief. Through its moving poetry, transparent wrangling with God and practical insights, this book will challenge you to give God dominion over every aspect of your grief. Only then will you hear His voice and see how He is able to use your grief for His eternal purposes. Endorsements for He Said “Press” Whether your tragedy involves marriage, children, health or like Patti, you find yourself a widow at thirty with three small children, within these pages, you will discover godly counsel and comfort. Her courage and faith will encourage you as it does me. I highly recommend this book. – Linda Dillow, Author of Calm My Anxious Heart, The Blessing Book and co-author of Intimate Issues In He Said, “Press,” Patti has rendered the most valuable service one Christian can render to another: She has taken God at His word, trusted in His character and promises, and found Him to be faithful. Widows and non-widows alike will find encouragement for weak knees, and inspiration to put their full weight on God’s unfailing love." – Andree Seu, Senior Writer, World Magazine Patti has given the military community a treasure. In her compassionate story and through her beautiful poems, she offers healing to all who have lost a loved one in the cause of freedom – Chaplain, Major General, Charles C. Baldwin Excerpts from He Said, “Press” The morning brought no new hope for Mark’s survival. I decided I needed to go for a run just to get out of the house. I knew I needed an extra dose of lucidity that morning. Well meaning, caring folks swarmed all over the house, but I needed to find God and meet with Him face to face. Off I went, running much too fast at first, through the streets of our little Italian village, longing for the seclusion of the dirt road at the end of the village. I soon discovered that the combination of crying and sprinting produces hyperventilation, as well as making a spectacle for the Italian pedestrians to enjoy. I was forced to slow my pace and soon I was alone with God. In desperation, I cried out to the God I love, “Lord, I am hurting deeply and feel so confused. I do not understand why you have taken my godly husband and the father of my children. I believe you know what you are doing, but for my weak, human flesh, could you just give me a glimpse of the bigger picture You see? I need that so desperately right now, so that I can rest in the perfection of Your ways.” Then I tried to just listen, to clear my mind of the myriad of thoughts swirling around threatening to undo me. I focused on God, Himself, as best as my unfocused mind could do. Then, to my amazement, I began to see clearly a small portion of God’s omniscient plan. There was no thundering voice from heaven, but I knew that this was bigger than Mark, and bigger than our children and bigger than my pain. This was about God bringing home one of His own, so He could draw more people to Himself. We had known that God was at work in a mighty way in Aviano, the Air Base to which we were assigned. Now, He wanted to continue that work through Mark’s death and memorial service. I knew then, that the priority of the service had to be first to honor God. I knew Mark would have wanted it that way, too. As I began to feel some excitement at the eternal plan God was making clear in my mind, He dropped a bomb on me which only God could pull off. God was inviting me to be a part of His mighty plan. I began sensing tha God wanted me to speak at the memorial service. “But God,” I argued out loud, “the widow does not speak at these things. She just sits in the front row and cries!” There was, again, no audible response, but I sensed God’s patience and sense of humor as He put me in my place, again, “Who makes the rules, Patti?” - From Chapter Two, "Hard Pressed: God Amidst the Turmoil. |
