A year of mourning draws to a close today. Of course, the mourning will not cease, but we have passed once thus far through each season. By grace alone.It is no more clear what comes next than it was a year ago. Then, it was mustering the strength to "have" Christmas, for "celebrating" Christmas did not seem possible. For the grandchildren's sake, we said.
For 365 days since, we have tried to put one foot in front of the other as we learn how to walk again. We stumble and sometimes fall, getting back up to face the day because the sun keeps rising every morning.
In fact, morning and mourning are reliable visitors. One is welcome, by which we mark the rhythm of life. The other refuses to play by rules, sometimes barging in and at others knocking at the door bidding entry.
We honor mourning but put our trust in morning. Let the morning bring word of your unfailing love, the Psalm-writer says, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.
Here's to life. Hers and ours.
Very moving, blessings as you continue this uninvited journey.
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine the depth of the grief that accompanies the loss of a child. "At the same time the Spirit also helps us in our weakness, because we don’t know how to pray for what we need. But the Spirit intercedes along with our groans that cannot be expressed in words." Those who love us groan with us in our grief and envelop us in their love.
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