A Bit of Mourning
The devotional that showed up in my inbox yesterday was on Matthew 5:4, blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.
Look, anytime someone strips away the facade–you know what I’m talking about, that eveything’s-wonderful facade that we too often hide behind–and reveals the real person underneath, the one that struggles and cries and worries and chews their nails to little nubs, they risk sounding melodramatic or self-pitying. I don’t want that. Please don’t read that here. As everyone’s favorite American Idol judge says, I’m just being honest.
I know full well there are those who are suffering and have suffered much, much more than I am. My current trial is like an unwanted, obnoxious houseguest whom you have to put up with for six months, but at the end the plan is that he will leave and you’ll be rid of him forever. That’s the plan, anyway. For some folk, that rude dude ain’t going anywhere and they have to live with him. They have a reason to mourn.
But the reality is, I do mourn. I mourn for the person I was, energetic, motivated, upbeat, focused . . . healthy (I’m not that person now). I mourn for the life I knew, predictable, scheduled, controlled (my life certainly isn’t that anymore). I mourn for Jen and the girls who now live with someone who isn’t who he was just three months ago.
But Matthew 5:4 gives me a promise. Blessed (happy) is he who mourns, for he will be comforted. I have comfort now in the form of the Comforter who works not only in my soul, reminding me of His presence and His promises, but in the souls of those comforting us with prayers, encouragement, and support (thank you!!).
And I have the promise and hope of future comfort. No matter what you have going on, let’s face it, life is hard, suffering and mourning are part of our existence, but someday (oh that blessed day) we will fall into the arms of our heavenly Daddy and be comforted. Really comforted. That’s something I need to remind myself of daily.
That blesses me.