It’s been more than ten years since my husband died, but I occasionally still find myself overcome by grief. It’s not an everyday thing but surprising nonetheless.
Folks married the same year as us, just had their sixty-year anniversary and it hurt me deeply.
“Why not me, God? Why do they get all those years and we didn’t? Why God, why?”
And yet I am the person who learned years ago, not to ask God the why question! Yet here I am.
Like my parents used to say, the answer is, “Because I said so.”
Ok God. I will not ask again. Instead, I will appreciate the memories that happen in the sugar-free chocolate section or the first steps of a grandchild.
Grief is a profound heaviness within us. Death changes us. The only way to live with that change is to have a constant permanent sense of who we are and what we stand for.
When everything seems too much to bear, the best place to stand is on the Rock, Jesus.
“These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life, homeowner improvements to your standard of living. They are foundational words, words to build a life on. If you work these words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock. Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit—but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock. (Matthew 7:24-25)
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