Where do I begin after yesterday’s post?
Our friend Joan passed away yesterday afternoon. Those who knew her are grieving today. And we all deal with grieving differently. No way is right, and no way is wrong.
I turn to my faith, and to my writing.
Yet, my words today seem empty. Unimportant. Frivolous. No words I have to write can take away the pain of losing a loved one. Even if I dig deep, they fall short.
When the biggest influence in my life, my mother, passed away, life came to a screeching halt. I knew my life would never be the same. And it hasn’t. But I was able to eventually find a different “normal,” and begin to live again. Of course I still miss Mom, and I imagine I always will.
As cliche’ as it may sound, the only thing that got me through that heart-wrenching time was my faith. Really. I don’t know how I would have arrived on the other side of grief without it. It carried me through when I couldn’t carry myself.
The title of my blog states where my faith lies. I believe in God, and I believe eternal life is found through His Son, Jesus. Why? Because I also believe God’s Words in the Bible are absolutely true. And I cling to His promises in it.
My intent here is to not shove my faith in anyone’s face, but to just share where I’m coming from. And maybe extend hope to one or two.
Joan and I shared this same faith. I take comfort in knowing Jesus was the center of her faith as well. She loved Jesus. She worshiped Him and led others to do the same. She had a beautiful friendship with Him.
She believed in the truth of John 3:16. Many of us have heard it, or have read it. I particularly like The Voice translation:
For God expressed His love for the world in this way: He gave His only Son so that whoever believes in Him will not face everlasting destruction, but will have everlasting life. John 3:16
Joan is experiencing everlasting life today in her heavenly home. No, this doesn’t take the pain away for us left here to carry on, but it does help in knowing she’s with the One who formed her in her mother’s womb. The One who knows the number of hairs on her head. The One who loves her completely.
This comfort clashes with grief. It brings good from the bad. It lifts our hope out of the wreckage of pain.
All she lived for on earth, she’s being rewarded with in eternity today.
Oh, this causes me to lean in and live my faith larger. To live boldly as the one I’m created to be. To bless others more with simple acts of kindness. To share the hope I have through my Savior. To love completely.
When comfort clashes with grief, may we embrace that comfort and share it with others who need it too.
Praying for you and me today.
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