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Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 2 Co. 1:3-4 ESV
She was a young thing, sitting on the curb all by herself. The little one couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8-years old.
Brown, unkept strings of hair hung long, her head poised low. I could scarcely make out the girl’s eyes, but they appeared to be watching something below.
She never looked up – not at me or anyone else.
She simply sat alone, grey hues of the city’s concrete scene surrounding her.
A small flow of water traveled, hugging the space between her heels and the curbside. It rushed toward the destination ahead – a dark, bottomless curbside drain.
But our girl continued to sit, downcast and alone. And oddly, although the flow skated by, her tennis shoes remained dry.
I later came to realize she was grieving – a profound sadness surrounding her due to the death of her father.
Let’s face it: death stinks. Thank God for heaven. We all need it because the clutch of death here on earth is far too heavy.
Thank You, Jesus.
Grief will toss a person into its trenches without permission.
It’ll cause us to sit alone, just like the little girl.
And although the little girl appeared to be alone, she wasn’t. I was that little girl – my 46-year-old self. The vision was one given to me as I grieved my father’s death one year ago. Our Almighty Father was alongside the whole time, watching as I stared downward and sat “alone”.
Perhaps you’re in the trenches of grief right now or know someone who is.
It’s an awful place to be, no doubt about it. We miss our loved one. We grieve the lost.
And that picture of a little girl running to her Father’s embrace is often the furthest thing from our mind. We’re not turning our back on God, we know and appreciate He’s “there” and continue to love Him dearly, but we can’t fathom His warm embrace. So we sit alone, quiet and downcast in a grey world.
But can I share with you that God is faithful? We may not “feel” Him, but He is there.
We may not look up, but He is looking down.
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I couldn’t look at a picture of my dad for the first two months after his death. It was hard to talk about him. I shooed thoughts away as quickly as they approached.
But in an instant nearly 2 months afer being thrown into the trenches, God extracted me from the profound sadness.
In my kitchen.
It was special ops of God’s spiritual kind.
He turned my focus on loss into a view of thankfulness. He helped me overcome the profound loss.
Oh, I still grieve some. Grieving is normal. It takes time, and honestly I don’t know if there’s ever an end this side of heaven. But I’m no longer in the trenches of its profound sadness. Instead, I snuggle in the warm embrace of my Father.
It’ll be okay.
Looking at a picture of my dad and expressing thanks to God for him are now both possible. I see the lemonade side of life’s lemons and celebrate each of them – all thanks to the Holy Spirit and that overcoming moment in the kitchen.
So I’m not going to offer a “to do” list when dealing with grief.
No, finding comfort amid grief’s dark trenches is a one-on-One thing. Walking with Jesus is too.
But if you’re grieving, take your time and do what you need to do. Please just remember these truths:
God is faithful. (PS 89:1)
He loves you dearly. (John 3:16)
He’ll neither leave you nor forsake you. (Deut. 31:6)
And even if we don’t “feel” it, He truly is Comforter for all who call on Him. (2 Co. 1:3-4) It may be 2 months or 2 years, but He is Comforter.
As the 1-year anniversary of Dad’s passing approaches, I’ll not focus on death’s flow. After all, those tennis shoes never got wet.
I’ll look up, finding comfort in my faithful God, the very One who pulls us from the trenches of grief. I’ll celebrate my earthly father with thanksgiving and with my mouth make our heavenly Father’s faithfulness known.
Inspired by Kristi’s message? Here’s a short video she made just for you! She dives a little deeper into overcoming grief and the hope we have in the One who can deliver us.
About the Author
Kristi Woods is a writer and speaker passionate about seeing women walk deeper with God. She clicks her words of encouragement at KristiWoods.net regularly and is published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Dreams and Premonitions as well as on Proverbs 31 Encouragement for Today and on various blogs. Kristi, her retired-from-the-military husband, and their three children survived a nomadic, military lifestyle and have now set roots in Oklahoma. Connect with Kristi here: