Today we head home to go to a funeral for a friend that passed away on Friday. It has been an eerie feeling to hear information over the phone of what has taken place and then to try and process it as truth. My mind and heart keep arguing with reality as I rehearse the details in my head with a resounding no, no, No! I keep remembering being in Care Group with him and his wife 7 years ago, how the two of them met and fell in love, how they had an extremely long engagement, their prized red couch, first baby, etc. And now the time has come when theology meets my everyday life, and it is a struggle to converge the two, when all I want to do is undo what has taken place. Grief takes time and maybe when I'm standing there seeing his casket, seeing his family and friends gathered together to remember him as a godly man that loved the Lord, his wife, and children, then maybe I will finally allow reality to sink in, and for there to be some kind of closure for a life cut short in my human understanding.
A friend who is grieving along with me posted this verse on her blog that brought encouragement to me.
"So teach us to number our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12
"Grieving but not without hope." Amen.
1 comment:
Thanks for this Amanda. Very humble. Very real. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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