How dark is your night? What wakes you up with tear-drenched eyes? What throbbing ache lies in your soul that you cannot heal?
I’ll share just a bit of mine. This weekend.
We packed up four walls of beautiful and heart-rending memories.
Just like the beautiful soul that lived there — beloved, beautiful wife, sweet mommy of littles, kindest sister, best friend to many.
Four walls of heart-rending pain. Cancer, you evil monster from the pit!
Four walls of sparkling, soul-tickling laughter.
Four walls of caring and generosity.
Four walls of faithful, priceless love.
When you lose love like that, it’s like losing the Hope Diamond.
This packing was a ritual I needed to be part of. Four-plus years of traveling back and forth to this place, this crucible of suffering and beauty. These people I love so dearly.
It’s a tiny place in the city.
My sis went home to her Father in heaven, the only Father she ever really knew, while her husband, my brother, was remodeling her dream home in the country.
She made him promise to finish it. Soon.
She wanted her husband and babies to have that happy place in the country.
Away from the harsh city lights and sounds. The scream of sirens and tormented souls.
Away from the careless neighbors whose throbbing music kept her awake when her body needed rest to heal.
On those sleepless nights she would organize. Make things better for her family. Plan surprises. A light in the darkness! Her light was a small, lovely reflection of the LIGHT of the world.
Jesus says, I am the Light of the world. He who follows me will not walk in darkness, but have the Light of life.
This is why I get up in the morning.
Even though the darkness of grief. Even with the downward spiral of my husband’s health.
When I grope for hope in the darkness, Jesus lights my path.
I’m not hiding from His light.
But how do I manage to see it through the thick darkness? I open His Word, and His light always finds me.
My daughter and I have a nightly ritual. I read to her. God’s Word shines at the end of the day.
My goal is to shine the Light in her life as she learns the darkness of this world.
It’s out to suck her under. To teach her lies. To tangle her feet in its’ hopeless web.
I want her to recognize darkness for what it is — a plot of the Father of Lies to take her to his cruel, eternal, dark kingdom of unquenchable torments.
You don’t want any part of that darkness. I don’t.
If it’s too hard to even lift your head to the Light at this moment, keep reading. Please!
Let’s talk. This life of suffering was never meant to be a solo journey.
There are parts of your journey through darkness I may never understand.
But the One who made you knows you perfectly!
He wanted you to read these words about Him today. As God become flesh, He can fathom the depths of your pain like no other living creature can. Isaiah 53 says He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows.
I will pray for you if you post in the comments below.
My prayers will be like a tiny, flickering candle in a huge cavern. Still, the Father knows your name and will hear the cries of this little candle.
Let the Light of the world shine in your soul.
John 8:12English Standard Version (ESV)
I Am the Light of the World
12 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”