Sunday, November 22, 2015

Something More

I am tortured.  Haunted by memories that are too painful to recall, yet too beautiful to forget.  I awoke this morning to the sound of the younger children playing a game at the table.  Their sweet little voices all a jumble.  His voice should have been there.  I stayed in bed, pretending that his voice was a part of the mixture.  Oh, if I could just stay in bed... If the world could just stop.  Why must it continue on?  But it does.  The children beckon.  There are tummies to fill, diapers to change, laundry that needs tending to, hugs that must be had.  For that, I am thankful.  Still, I feel like Job..."My days are over.  My hopes have disappeared.  My heart's desires are broken." (Job 17:11)  And, yet, somewhere in the darkness, He whispers to me.  Somehow in the midst of the despair, I hear Him.  And I know.  We will make it.  Joy will come.  There is something more that I cannot even imagine.  And I look for it.  I wait for it.

Revelation 21:4 “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

1 comment:

  1. I have, and continue to cling to that verse. I can't tell you how many times I have copied it out, read it to myself, prayed it back to God. This is so, so hard. Praying grace and strength for you today and especially through these next few weeks.


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