It’s been almost a year since you stole my happy and colored my world in black, grays and shadows. You swept in on the tail of Loss and haven’t looked back. Your shadows are the antithesis to the light that arrives each morning and lingers until the last rays fade away. You leave gaping holes and destruction in your path and have no concern for the devastation. Your goal is to overwhelm and overtake and your success is marked by the emptiness left behind. You creep in the quiet of night and enter my dreams and sleep escapes me. Your reach is as far as the songs on the radio and the glimpses of a familiar face that reminds us of who we lost. You have no intention of leaving and are never satisfied.
But as much as you expect to stay and color my days, I have found your reach to be waning. The moments where you took my breath away and left me panting for anything to fill my emptiness are fewer and less intense. The darkness is fading and color is returning through the burning oranges of a sunset and the bright blue of a summer’s sky. Where life was one note on the staff played over and over, now a whole song has gradually started evolving. The empty has filled, the shadows have lifted and the ache has lessened.
The God of Comfort has always been by my side but now I see Him. His hand reaches each day for mine and I crave His touch. God’s touch is an embrace which surrounds the sad and ache and eventually hugs it right out. God’s words wash over me and cleanse the hurt places. He reassures and reminds that He is near and willing to listen to my life spilled out in tears or cries of joy. As you, Grief, ebb and flow, God’s words move abundantly among the pages of His book – His story poured out for all.
It’s almost been a year since mom passed away and there are days that still knock me to my knees and it’s all I can do to get back up. The tears cleanse and recognize the loss of pain. The tears pour out to make room for love to pour in. But I hold onto the truth-God’s truth and know that He will always be the keeper of my dreams and my heart.
[Tweet “Grief creeps in the quiet of the night and enters our dreams but God is our dream keeper.”]
From a newly reclaimed daughter of the God of Comfort,
I am humbled to be able to link up with my friend Kate Motaung today. She has written a beautiful e-book titled Letters to Grief and you can read more about it here. Her words are for all and will speak deeply to your soul with healing and understanding. The link up for more letters to grief can be found here.
Also linking with my beautiful friend, Holly at Testimony Tuesday. She shares her own story of faith for all and now is sharing her page with others to do the same. Come on over and read encouragement for your own journey.
And finally, Jennifer Dukes Lee, shares about how to Be the Gift this Christmas at her site by helping those families in Haiti who have been living in blue tents for years after an earthquake devastated their homes. Her #TellHisStory link up is an amazing way to see how God works in others lives. Click here to be blessed!
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