"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted" (Mathew 5:4 ESV).
Sitting on the ground early one morning, looking through the lens at the graceful white egret, I saw a picture of God's peace and comfort.
Grief is a lot like ocean waves, some waves are small-manageable yet constant. You go about your day, but the grief is a dull, ever-present ache that won't subside. Some waves of grief are huge-crashing and roaring trying to pull you under. Some days, you cry so hard that your chest hurts. If you have cried and cried and wondered weather anyone understands, there is One who does.
About three weeks after my mother had received her healing from cancer in heaven, a large wave of grief crashed over me. I didn't know how I was going to pull myself together to go to class. I went outside and sat in the baseball dugout and poured my heart out to God. I told God that I needed HIS help to make it through the day. I felt the warmth of His presence for a moment. His peace was so strong that, within a few minutes, I was ready to go to class and face the day. A few minutes of comfort from God surpassed even hours of the embraces or company of the best of friends.
I learned that I didn't have to carry my heavy burden of grief by myself. When I give my grief to Him, He carries it for me. I'm so thankful that when we come broken to God, He picks up all the pieces and makes something beautiful with them, and He receives all the glory.
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