Grief is confusing and scary.
In a heartbeat I was transported from life-as-I-knew-it to a foreign landscape where I don’t speak the language, there are no sign posts and no way to get home.
Here is where God whispered the rock solid truth that He is near. That I am never beyond His reach, His care. He brought to mind Scripture, and promises, and memories of past faithfulness–something familiar to cling to in the wilderness of grief.
The day Dominic died I wrote in my journal:
“The LORD gives and the LORD takes away. Blessed be the Name of the LORD. May my soul find rest in Thee alone. May my eyes look only to Thy face. May my heart’s peace be the Prince of Peace. ‘Dominic’–belonging to God–You gave him to me and he is Yours again. Marana Tha–Come quickly, Lord Jesus!”
When Jesus was preparing the disciples for His death, He knew that they would need a Counselor in their grief. They would need a guide through the difficult and scary and confusing path they were about to walk. So He told them:
“But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit-the Father will send Him in My name-will teach you all things and remind you of everything I have told you.” John 14:26 CSB
What a gift! To have the Living God in me–my ever present Guide even on this most treacherous journey.