I have never lived alone.
When I married at twenty I moved from my parents’ home to living with my new husband.
Within seven years of marriage, we had been joined by four precious children.
So even though I’m an introvert and crave quiet solitude, I’ve had precious little of it until the last couple of years.
Alone is good for many things. It makes space to hear from God and to hear one’s own heart.
It can be a respite from the noise of our crazy, busy and LOUD world.
But alone is not the best way to walk the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
If I isolate myself from others in this frightful place, darkness can overtake me. My mind can embrace futility and hopelessness and convince my heart that there is no reason to push on.
There are songs that were never meant to be sung alone, valleys that were never meant to be walked alone. Grief is one of those valleys. And weeping is one of those songs.
~The North Face of God
Thankfully, I’ve not been alone on this journey.
I’ve had beautiful family and friends who refused to leave me. I’ve met amazing, brave bereaved parents who, even in their own grief, have lifted me up and spoken courage to my heart.
And God–even on the days when we haven’t been on speaking terms–has not abandoned me.
His faithful love endures forever. His promises will not fail. My name (just like Dominic’s!) is graven on His hands.
But He uses people to remind a heart of these promises and His love.
I will never be able to repay the people who have been “Jesus with skin on” to me!
They are a gift,
a precious ointment to a wounded heart.