LOVING THROUGH GRIEF
“And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7 (NASB)
I know. This scripture doesn’t seem to make a connection between grief and compassion, but stick with me and by the end it should make sense! From the beginning of time, Jesus wanted to relate to His children, so He came into this world through LIVE birth. Childbirth is a mess, a beautifully intense and painful mess. Life is like that too. Isn’t it? We go through intense seasons in life. Sometimes it is so painful that we feel as though we aren’t going to make it. But, if we will trust the Lord, He will bring good into our painful situations.
On August 7, 2016 my family and I were thrown into a journey no one should have to experience- the sudden and tragic loss of a loved one. At 11:30 pm, the phone rang and I was greeted with words no one wants to hear: “There’s been an accident. Dad’s gone.” Turns out, my dad and mom had been involved in a horrible motorcycle accident, one that ended my father’s life and left my mother’s life hanging in the balance.
In the blink of an eye, my world was changed forever. Yes. Tragedy will cause all kinds of change you’d rather not have to endure. It is no respecter of persons. It doesn’t wait until it’s convenient for you. It doesn’t give you advanced warning. It doesn’t ask for permission to arrive. Instead, it causes grief to weave its ugly self into every moment thereafter- whether you want it to or not.
The next 24 hours seemed like YEARS. The process of packing, arranging care for our kids, and flying out of state to get to my mother was overwhelming. As soon as the plane landed, we rushed to the hospital. On arrival, the doctors and nurses told my family not to get our hopes up; my mother’s prognosis was poor. My sisters and I were told to prepare for the worst. The anguish of the situation was almost too much to bear.
However, in the moments following, something amazing happened. As my sisters and I clung to each other around our mom’s hospital bed, a bond was created. In fact, we felt closeness like none we had experienced prior to this tragedy. During the two weeks Mom was in a coma, we prayed, cried, and comforted one another. Then, our prayers were answered. My amazingly strong mother woke up and started the journey to regaining her strength. While we were elated, the sadness of my father’s tragic death lingered.