“Don’t forget in the darkness what you have learned in the light.”
“Yet sometimes the darkness descends so thickly that we can barely remember the light.”
Grief, like a cloud, rolls in and fog descends
to blanket your entire world.
You lift your eyes and see all silvery-white,
only a few feet before, everything else is hidden.
You live in a world submerged, unable to observe,
to grasp that life is moving on without the one you love.
They say time heals the pain.
Time just soothes the ragged edges,
but Jesus heals the heart.
Slowly the morning light pours in and the fog begins to lift.
You start to see the world around, still living life,
but you see through new eyes.
Grief has altered your vision,
given a new perspective, a changed outlook on life.
Life is not to be taken for granted,
those closest, held dear, every day treasured.
They say hindsight is 20/20,
but until heaven, we see through a glass darkly.
While blanketed in the fog, you reach with outstretched arms,
yearning to feel His love and compassion.
Without fail they are there, ready and waiting, always.
When the fog has lifted, you look back and define
beauty in the moments He gave grace,
see His strength supplied to climb the next high mountain.
There was comfort for the days overpowered with tears,
mercy when we lashed out in anger,
and peace in the middle of the storm.
Rather than demanding God answer our “Why?” questions,
may we instead ask “What would you have me learn?”
Five years later,
questions still crowd our minds, queries with no answers.
We will live with those questions for now,
trusting God’s sovereignty.
We live understanding that walking a fiery trial
is not easy, it is not without pain, grief, and days of sorrow.
Are we better for having walked this road?
Grief has softened, taught grace, mercy, and love.
We have learned to cherish, to hold with an open hand.
We understand how pain and joy co-exist in life.
Heartache made us wise, suffering strengthened us,
and we held onto hope, gripping desperately with both hands.
We walked the fiery trial and we learned to rest in God,
who holds all things in His hands.
On the foggiest night pain is real, but so is hope.