Grief Terms of Understanding

How do I come to terms with the idea that you or I, or Josh and others we love, were born to die. Not in the same way as Jesus, but in the fact that their story, their death can  point people to Jesus. That my life, my story, can point people to Jesus - or at least as a Christian, it should - over and over again.

This is the concept I am working through today, after a day of feeling the depths of sorrow. Missing Josh so much and crying more than I wanted to.

But something at church today caught my attention: the reminder, once again, of the length Christ went to and the depth of grief he experienced as he died on the cross for me, for this world.

“He was despised and rejected— a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.”
- Isaiah 53:3a (NLT)

Looking grief and heartache right in the face on a daily basis, isn't easy. Somedays, I am at a loss for how to feel, how to grapple with it all. I find myself wallowing in the heartache. But consistently, God sends shows up and reminds me He is here. And I realize that the fullness of Christmas joy is within arms length.

While it still feels super annoying and unfair, and all the things, that Josh isn’t here with me today. There is hope. God is with me. The ultimate comforter in times of trouble. The ultimate Savior who lived and died so that I might see the fullness of life by trusting in Him.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. - John 3:16

What a gift this is.

​The perfect comfort for this season that at times feels dark or cold.