I’m really not sure I’m going to post this so it will free me up to write what I truly feel and not try and conform to what I feel my readers would want. That’s a misconception anyway, as readers want the truth. No matter how ugly that truth sometimes is.
This morning I am surrounded by beauty. The cloud-filled sky in various shades of gray making for a beautiful backdrop to the amazing crimson reds, yellow ochers, rust browns, and those always faithful evergreens.
The weather is mild for this time of year so I just sat out on my porch to take it all in. Listening to the birds sing, and watching them sail high and free in the air. I saw a flock headed east and I wondered why they weren’t going south.
The deer were feeding, not paying too much attention to me, as they are pretty used to us by now.
All this beauty right there. I tried to take it all in, juxtaposed with a feeling of sorrow in my heart. Sorrow for a sweet, young woman with three small children who tragically lost her husband earlier this week.
This woman was already struggling with life. Life hasn’t always been easy for her. And now this. Why? Why do terrible things happen on this beautiful Earth?
I’m one of those people who want answers. I want to fix things. And yet I can’t answer this question, and I can’t fix a thing. Her hurt remains. My own tears won’t stop hers. I don’t understand!
Beauty and pain; joy and grief. When we come in to this world, that’s what we’re getting. A big ole dose of all of these.
I look to the Bible for answers. I find these words of comfort…
Revelation 21:4 “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death, or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Or Psalm 34:18 “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
And Matthew 5:4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
And then there are inspiring quotes to help and comfort. Quotes like…
“Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
Although bereft of you.” – Vera Brittain
Or, “Tears water our growth.”
And I especially like this one, “Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark.”
Faith isn’t easy during these times though is it? Even Jesus, hanging on the cross felt as though God turned his back on him. “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
It’s become cliche but it is true that time is a healer. It doesn’t heal totally, but it takes the sting out of our raw, open wounds. But there will always be a scar.
My heart goes out for my friend, Tracy, and her children. For many, many reasons. She is also left with a tremendous financial burden.
If anyone reading this would like to contribute to help her in this, there is a fundraiser set up to raise burial expenses and to help keep her in her house for a few months until she can make other arrangements. Any gift at all would be most appreciated. Just click on the Link button and follow instructions.
In spite of our suffering, I still have faith and hope that there is a God and that that God is good. That hope comes from, 1 Corinthians 13:13 and says, “And now these three (emotions) remain: Faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.
This world is a dichotomy of beauty and pain. We can’t stop that. But we can alter it, in that the more love we feel and give, the more beauty and less pain there will be.
Peace to you all.