Drab days of winter

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“Come to me, all who are tired from carrying heavy loads, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

The weather report says “overcast” as a cloud cover obscures the sky. We are experiencing a stint of drab gray. Winter, in our neck of the woods, is hitting its stride. Don’t laugh, but I feel frustrated enough to write about it (noting that days without sunshine can be difficult for those who are susceptible to depression), and I am more ready than ever for Mr. Sun to poke his smiling face through the gray clouds and bring a pop of color into my dreary view.

As gray of day turned into black of night one evening, I approached the wall of windows to lower the blinds. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the horizon. There bore the evidence that sunshine will return again as I stood, transfixed, and gazed at a strip of crimson. It looked as if shimmering liquid coral had pooled on the lackluster landscape. Just a touch. Just for a moment. Then the beauty sank out of sight, but it was enough to remind me that it won’t always be dark. Light will return. Glory will once again light up my world.

Like me, you may be on a grief journey. You may feel the seemingly endless drudgery of weary steps, and dark days don’t help. We go through the motions, day after day, living for that moment; the moment we are reunited with the ones we were forced to bury while they were still young and full of life.

I picture this expanse of grief like a conveyor belt. It keeps moving whether I move or not. With my carry-on in hand I am borne, not toward a distant destination promising great joy, but along a curvy, bumpy road that often feels like it is heading nowhere.

And yet . . . this journey of grief is taking me somewhere. Moment by moment, day by day, year by year, I am inching closer to a grand reunion more spectacular than humans can imagine.

Meanwhile, we face holiday after holiday occupied with thoughts of those who can no longer join us around the kitchen table. We miss their hugs, their smiles, their jokes, their stories we have heard so often that finishing them is automatic. They may be gone, but their memories are not.

Just as the sun will return to shine upon our upturned faces, I am reminded that my “Son-shine” will return, too. His glory will be spectacular. We will see our children face to face at last, and they will be radiant. The drab gray of pain will disappear. The darkness of our shattered hearts will be replaced with hearts that will beat in unison throughout eternity. hallelujah!

The Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings. Malachi 4:2a

Version selected, GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)

 

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