What we want more than anything is peace. But when a loved one dies, that peace is suddenly shattered.
What was normal is now abnormal. What was routine is now chaos. And what was calm is now a dreadful storm.
But in the depth of our reality, who do we turn to for justice?
We can’t know in advance what each day will reveal. We can’t ascertain the highs and lows in life. We can’t even predict what the future will offer.
But we do have an advocate to turn to. His name is Jesus.
In the aftermath of a loved one’s death, we are angry, and unable to accept our reality. In fact, what we really want to do-especially if our child, or spouse, is dead; is to blame. And to prepare for revenge. And to seek restoration of our loss.
Instead we fall apart, and lose control. We cry out, and grapple to understand. We want things to be normal again. But there is no understanding. There is no peace.
“Oh, God! Why me???”
We can’t wrap our mind around our loss. We’re crazy with sorrow. And we’re desperate for answers. It’s overwhelmingly harsh, and brutal.
But in the middle of our storm, we can still have peace. In the middle of our chaos, we can still remain calm. Because when we know the One who calms the storm, we will have that peace. Not what the world depicts as peace. But calm acceptance from deep within. And the realization that life is precious, and not to be taken lightly. And to appreciate each day as it unfolds. And to love those closest to our heart. And to tell them. And to show them.
However, for the one who is now missing: Never forget them. Keep them deep within our heart, and our memory. Celebrate their life every day. And be thankful for the time we spent with them.
God knows our heart. And, He knows our situation. He knows when we’re hurting, and understands when our night is now darker than before. Because He himself grieved when His friend Lazarus died, He knows the pain of grief. (John 11:1-44)
We can’t understand our loss. But we may still try to rationalize, or pull apart, the circumstances that caused our loved one’s demise. We may start to blame everything and everyone. But we still don’t have answers that will explain our sorrow. Or that will change it.
In retrospect, after losing my own child in a car crash, I’ve learned that it’s best to leave the ifs, the what ifs, and the whys in God’s hands. He alone knows why my child is dead. I don’t know, but He does.
I’ve also learned to rest in God’s peace.
Do you have that peace?