Through The Fog And Dark

Through the fog and dark and limits of my sight

I hear birds singing

as they welcome the day

I still can’t see.

Are they better than me at knowing the edges of inky night?

Or do they simply have more faith?

Either way their hearts are boldly trusting in the sun they can’t yet prove is real.

Oh, that my own heart would always rest!

Assured.

Unmoved.

Confident.

Certain.

Even in the dark,

even in the fog,

even under the smothering blanket of sorrow,

in the Son.

The One who burst forth from the grave to prove He IS the One.

The One who promises night has limits,

that death is not the end,

that resurrection is sure.

Then I could sing for those still in the fog

and in the dark,

those whose sight is dimmed by tears.

And remind them that

morning is coming!

As sure as the sunrise.

As sure as the Son rose.

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

4 thoughts on “Through The Fog And Dark”

  1. Your beautiful posts never fail me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
    My simply wonderful 94 year old dad is dying. We have chosen Home Hospice to honor his wishes of being home. As each day passes it is getting more and more difficult to bear.
    My whole family is struggling , my son Thomas would have celebrated his 29th birthday as well as my birthday on Monday.
    My faith is returning as I’m praying for my father to have a peaceful night.
    Please pray for all of us. ❤️

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    1. May the Lord make His Presence very real to you in this hard time of saying good-bye. I pray that the peace that passes all understanding will settle like a warm blanket over your daddy and ease him into the beauty and joy of Heaven. May you hear the Lord singing grace and courage over your own weary heart. ❤

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