God sent me to announce the year of His grace . . . to care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, to give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Isaiah 61:1, MSG
The sun shall no more be your light by day, nor for brightness shall the moon give light to you . . . for the Lord shall be your everlasting light, and the days of your mourning shall be ended. Isaiah 60:19, 20, AMP
You and I have written many pages as we have walked into this grief journey together. You have pointed the way to truth, hope, relief and trust in ways a loving, Heavenly Parent would do and I am most grateful.
I can’t say that my eyes will be dry or my sadness completely disappear, but I know without a doubt who my Redeemer is and it is You. Thank You for reaching down into the ashes of my soul and gently sifting about until You uncovered a tiny rosebud ~ something that had escaped the raging inferno of tragedy that engulfed me.
The fragrant, unblemished rosebud is Your sweet promise that You will make all things new once again. Please hold me until You come and restore our family once again to complete wholeness with not one missing.
~written by Gracie Thompson, from “Shattered by Suicide: My Conversations with God after the Tragic Death of My Son”