Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Heaven's Family Table


My brother, Chip, died a year ago today – New Years Day, 2013. The past year seems to be a blur as I struggled to understand his untimely, and quite violent passing. No amount of pondering, introspection, psychology or even spiritual understanding could ever explain to me what happened in those moments before he left this world. I think I have aged this year. Grief affected my health and brain. People always say that the anniversary is tough – especially when it comes at a holiday. Well, I choose to handle this differently today.
I choose to remember the love of a brother. I choose to appreciate knowing he was always there for me, even when we didn’t see or talk much. I choose to take joy in the blessings of my life – thankful for my family and also the ones who have gone before. I entertain the thought that, just as we gather here on earth with loved ones for holiday meals, remembering those who are no longer with us, our loved ones in Heaven must be doing the same – gathering to feast on delicious food and treats – laughing together and remembering their loved ones still on earth.
So, across the threshold from this life, to that life, I raise a toast today to the ones I so miss, thankful that we will see each other again someday. Meanwhile, I have lots left to do in my life and large quantities of joy to partake of. Thanks to those of my friends who have remembered this day and prayed for me. Please know that I am okay, and very thankful for this new year – 2014. I am filled with love for my people and my God!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

My Beacon of Light


I remember those 12 mile drives home from my newspaper job in Kremmling, Colorado. The normally beautiful drive became terrifying when I drove through blinding blizzards, struggling to stay on the road and not sure where my Gore Pass turnoff was. As snow blasted my windshield and blew fiercely in front of my headlights, I knew that ahead there was "my beacon of light." I trusted that street lamp would be there for me to show me where to turn.

Today, my heart hurts. My brain feels damaged. I can barely breathe. I struggle to sleep or eat. This grief of losing my loved one is nearly unbearable. And yet, through it, I know whom I have believed. And yes, He is faithful.

He is my rock and still my joy. I would never have had this revelation had I not gone through this pain. God is indeed with me. Jesus holds my heart.

In my life I have known His favor, His promises, His healing. I have known His love. Yet in this time, all this has gone even deeper in me than I ever believed possible.

These past weeks have been another type of blinding blizzard. But in it I have recognized God to be my beacon of light - for He is showing me the way back to life and light and truth and hope.