Happy Friday, Friends!
Hope you’ve had a lovely week. I woke up today and hopped in the car and drove 507 miles due South. I went from 19 degrees in Plymouth, Michigan to 55 degreees here in Knoxville, Tennessee. And this isn’t just a pit stop. In a bit I get to see Dub swim at University of Tennessee and that will likely add at least another 25 degrees! But I embrace sticky natatoriums not just because I love this child, I take great delight in watching him swim.
Of course, I must say that my many delights in my sons have, in a profound way, been impacted by the passing of my mother. I think it was C.S. Lewis who said a thing isn’t fully enjoyed until it is remembered. Well, for 16 years minus one month part of motherhood for me has been daily relaying joyful tidbits. I “remembered” with my mom, who was overjoyed to hear about all of it.
Last month when Dub got his license the driving test was literally around the block. Sam and I waited while he went out with the instructor. We blinked and he was back, smiling his magical smile at us. We cracked up. It seemed utterly absurd. That was it? Really?
If this world wasn’t fallen, part of delighting in that moment would be telling my mom about it. In fact, after I watch Dub’s race tonight and then get back in the car and beeline it for the rest of my family and my own bed, I’d normally spend a good chunk of the trip on the phone with my mom. But this world is fallen. And my mom is gone.
I don’t believe in placating the hurt with platitudes about how she knows. Instead, I believe in embracing the hurt. She’s gone. I can never call her and tell her another story. But it gives me a longing for Jesus’ return, for the completion of the ultimate story. It tightens my needy little fist on the promises of Scripture. It makes me even less likely to let go for a single second. And guess what? That’s right where I’m supposed to be. Trusting. Hanging on to His Truth for all I’m worth. Am I suggesting grief is a blessing? Yes. Yes, I am.
For the follower of Christ something astounding is true: everything works for good. Everything. Even grief.
I hope you too can find comfort in these words:
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
Romans 8:28 NIV