In Sorrow’s Stay

Be HolyWithin this grief,

this state of loss;

I can’t help look,

upon the cross.

For on that day,

such loss was known;

His dying words,

foundation stone.

Because He loved,

enough to die;

those who believe,

our tears He’ll dry.

The promise held,

because of grace;

since on that day,

He took our place.

On the third day,

He rose again;

defeated death,

conquered all sin.

So now we stand,

in righteousness;

because the truth,

resides in us.

Though waves will come,

our hope, secure;

the Prince of Peace,

is dwelling here.

“He will wipe every tear from our eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things will pass away.” – (Revelation 21:4)

For nearly twenty-four hours, all I had felt was numb and lost. Perhaps it was Christ’s provision so that I could maintain my daily routine and not wallow in grief, or maybe it was simply a wait until I slowed down and sat still. Whatever it was, I suddenly could feel a flood coming. As I drove back toward the house where Aine had been held until she was ready to take His hand, the pressure behind my eyes was building. All I could do, was breathe. I walked up to the all too familiar door, saw a smile, and was waved in. Loving arms reached out to embrace me, and held fast as the wave hit. For the first time in many weeks of this wearying walk, I allowed myself to fully feel. So much sorrow seeped out as I was held. It felt as if it would go on forever, yet peace did at last, come. Stories and sweet moments of sharing memories, followed. His grace and peace permeated every pore.

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You hold us up in our space of such sorrow, for You have known the greatest grief of all, as You sent Your Son to die for this sinful world, so that we might one day dwell with You forever. Thank You that You love us where we are at, and remind us that this is not our home. Forgive us for fearing that the mourning might not end, and remind us again how Your joy comes in the morning. Thank You that You bring beauty from ashes and hope from despair. Please continue to hold our hands and hearts in the process. Thank You that Your presence is permanent when we choose to follow You, and Your faithfulness never ends. May many move to make their hearts Your home, as the story of Anne’s life and death is shared. We love You Lord, and are so grateful for Your endless grace. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

6 Comments

  1. DC,
    Sharing of your deepest grief sure expresses your love of Jesus and your faith journey. The blessing of knowing death isn’t final for believers of our precious Lord.
    I pray that you will be surrounded with His light and strength and many will come to know him because of your beautiful and faithful example. xo

  2. Praying for you Shannon. I shared Aine and your story yesterday in my ladies Bible study. I am so glad she had you and you are and will continue to be blessed. The Lord guides us in His steps.

    Keep serving Him well Dear One,
    k 🙂

  3. We are called to mourn, Christ weeped at Lazarus tomb… you are surrounded by the angels dear… Ann never dies where it matters right ~ In Christ she’s alive! Hopefully we are, too. I’m praying for you. xo

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