I’m not comfortable with helplessness. It forces me to accept I’m fragile and made of clay.
But it’s the truth.
I am helpless to change the fact that my son is dead. I am helpless to lift the burden of grief that my husband and surviving children must bear.
I am helpless to mend my own broken heart.
The only thing I can do is purpose to persevere and cast myself on the grace and mercy of God—to trust in His goodness and believe that my being broken allows His light to shine through the cracks:
The Scriptures say, “God commanded light to shine in the dark.” Now God is shining in our hearts to let you know that his glory is seen in Jesus Christ.
We are like clay jars in which this treasure is stored. The real power comes from God and not from us. We often suffer, but we are never crushed. Even when we don’t know what to do, we never give up. In times of trouble, God is with us, and when we are knocked down, we get up again.
~2 Corinthians 4:6-9 CEV