On the way to work one day this past week, the song "I Can Only Imagine" was playing on the radio. That does a good job of summing up how I feel right now. I know that Sara is safe and well and at peace in the Lord's presence, but I can only imagine what that is really like. I feel like I have never before been so consumed by such a desire to KNOW what it is like in heaven. I know that we can KNOW what the Bible tells us, and I do believe that, but there is so much that is beyond our understanding. I look forward to the time when we can see her again, but for now it seems as though all we do is look back. Everyday, memories of her are everywhere. I want that, and I'm thankful for it, but it also feels a little like time is suspended. It is hard to look forward, and the here and now still doesn't seem real. I do all the things I am supposed to do everyday, but often feel like it is not really me. It is still hard to talk about, hard to explain, hard to understand.
I have several half finished books on my shelf. . . . "Through A Season of Grief", "Dancing in the Rain", "A Steadfast Heart", "Comforts From the Cross", "Because He Loves Me". . . .and many others. . . and then another one that I just started (I found it on my desk today - I'm sure someone gave it to me months ago) called "A Mother's Grief Observed". I start them, and they are helpful, but I have a hard time finishing anything. It is the same with novels. I love to read, and always have at least one book going. It seems lately that every novel I pick up has someone in it who is grieving or dealing with the death of a loved one. I wonder if maybe it has always been that way, but now I am just so much more aware of how much death is a part of life.
I read back over what I have written and don't even know what I'm trying to say. It's okay. I know that God is good and God is faithful. For sure I cannot trust in myself, or my own understanding, but I can trust in Him. It is the only way to think that maybe I'll be able to look forward.
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