Songs of Joy

“He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:6

Read this verse over and over. What is God whispering to you?

My heart is heavy this morning as my wife’s grandfather passed over the weekend. To be honest most of us see it as a relief. He had severe dementia to the point of not knowing anyone. Now his health is restored in Heavenly glory. We still miss him. To be honest we have missed him for a time now. My wife’s high school church youth group leader also passed over the weekend. Along with a friend’s grand uncle. Three people within our little circle. Not to mention the loss of friends in the month prior to this. It is hard to not be affected by this. So much death. Some were in bad shape and we knew the time was coming and some were a big surprise. Either way we can see that life is short.

In our mourning there are things to remember. God still loves us. Once again, I am reminded of perspective. We see death as bad because we lose someone we love. We will miss them but for God they are with Him. They have left the suffering and moved to glory. No longer affected by sin. As believers their sin was atoned for giving them the right to live with God in eternity. This brings some comfort. But there is the selfish part of me that still wants to hold on to them. As I have written before we have their memories to hold on to.

God has graced us with a chance to know love. Part of love is letting go, allowing our loved ones to move on to better things. This may be a friend, or family member moving away, or it may be losing loved ones to death. As believers we know that they are in a better place.

I don’t have all the answers. We still must go through the grieving process. There is no set time. Certain times of the year they will be missed for our life time. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays all bring reminders of those loved ones lost. This past thanksgiving, I choked up about my wife’s aunt no longer being there. It has been over two years since she moved on. I remembered the fun we had with her. How she would have loved the things we were doing. There were tears of sadness with the found memories.
Last night I went to the juvenile Center. Last month this was the time we lost our bass player. It was a surreal experience. I could almost hear him playing bass with us.

Christmas will be hard as we remember my wife’s grandpa. I can remember the stories he told and how he seemed to always have something to tell me about what he saw that had to do with farming. None of this means I am not happy that they are in heaven. I just miss them.

Now we move on. It isn’t easy. It will take time but with faith we have hope to see them again. With faith we can encourage those who experience the same thing we have. Our witness to others is through our shared experiences. We can help others going through what we have already gone through. We can relate to them and guide them to our strength, Jesus Christ. That is the beauty in suffering. Our tears can bear fruit. Our suffering can turn to songs of joy.

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