The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18 NIV
I've missed a few days here. We've been not busy busy but otherwise occupied. The business of death is profound in ways you don't really know or understand until it happens. And even then it's nigh incomprehensible. When telling people a loved one passed away they inevitably ask if it was expected. In reality, all death is expected for we know this physical life is fleeting, some shorter than others. At best we may have 90 -100 years here, then it's on to eternity.
But knowing my mother is no longer here has been a lot for me to process. I've not yet come to terms with it, maybe because I am already broken hearted for my girls upon my passing at some future point, which in the natural order I would go first. So I hope one day these words will comfort them: God is close to the brokenhearted.
I've felt this over the past couple of weeks. Not in some sort of magical potion way, like pain meds easing the pain out of your body. No, it was more like when I couldn't move for the sorrow in my heart, God was there putting one foot in front of the other. When I couldn't do a task at work, God moved my hands to get it done. He brought family together because he knows there really is strength in numbers. He illustrates that concept over and over again in the Bible. And he knows you need to grieve and he will let you do so.
God is close to the broken hearted. I'm so thankful for these words today.
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