Joining the Five Minute Friday community of bloggers with a one word prompt.
How could God leave me alone with this pain?
At first I felt God’s nearness.
The first few months after our daughter’s death I relied on His presence.
I sought comfort in His Word, found solace in the words of David.
And then, the busyness of work, going back to school, writing a dissertation crowded out my time alone with my Father.
It was painful to go to church.
Songs leaked memories into my heart.
Concerned brothers and sisters wanted to give me comfort with hugs.
Hugs made me leak tears.
Special Days at church brought more tears.
And then, I could not feel God’s presence.
I became angry with Him.
His promises did not ring true.
I was alone.
But He did not leave me alone.
He just waited for me.
I walked in shadows, but He waited in sunlight.
Praise to Yahweh, the Healer.
He touched the wounds in my broken heart.
Finally, walking in His light,
I am healed.
Today’s topic reminds me to be thankful for God’s faithfulness during my long road of grief. Grief is never really over. As Kate Motaung says it’s a cyclical journey.